Stream of Consciousness
Notes from the Mind Palace.
Listen to Cheated Hearts. by The Yeah Yeah Yeahs. There is a specific, sickening frequency to being done dirty by someone you trusted. It isn’t just a simple disagreement; it is a profound violation that completely rewrites the reality of the space you inhabit.
By Syl De'Vil2 days ago in Confessions
Red Flag Rage
Red Flags lay over the front yard; not sure as to why. The air was still. It welcomed me in with a blank smile. I shrugged it off as I met my mother, who raised me from afar for the first time. She was WARM and BRIGHT. She welcomed me into her arms, just like a long-lost daughter. I had found where I was supposed to be, maybe finding myself for the first time in years. Someone who treated me like her own, though she'd never met me before. She always called me daughter regardless.
By Jessie Lynn Nelson3 days ago in Confessions
An Autopsy of a Sleepless Night
Field notes, compiled in the dark, by someone who should be asleep. A guide needs a preface, so: this one was written under duress, phone brightness turned down to the exact level that says I’m not doing anything; I’m simply checking the time, at 2:14, and then at 2:25, and then at 2:46, and then, finally, a version floats into production at the end of the third waking hour. But it doesn’t count, because you never actually saw the numbers on the clocks. You just felt the shapes of them bend around the timeless euphoria that comes with lack of sleep.
By Chel Writes4 days ago in Confessions
The first decision, again and again
Making the decision to change is easy. It truly is. Even change itself is easy. It has its beginning, and it is an eternal process (a beautiful and fun one!), but in reality, once we step into it, we do not have to do anything — it unfolds on its own, easily, naturally, willingly. What is difficult, however, and where we usually hit a wall not long after that realization, is persisting in keeping our attention on the decision we have made. On the process. And by that, I truly mean a mechanical process — reminding ourselves of the decision we have made every day, multiple times a day, and returning to the beginning as many times as necessary, until we master that first step and no longer have to go back to it. Like when we complete a level in a video game and the computer remembers that we successfully passed it and even celebrates our success. There is a good saying I always think of when I reflect on personal growth: “Once you stretch, there’s no going back.”
By Dzenana Kalamujic5 days ago in Confessions
Recovery... isn't linear
This last week has been challenging for me and my family. Deadlines are coming up. Questions have been left unanswered. We are still transitioning from a recent change that put us back in survival mode, but we are on our way back to thriving mode.
By Adora Hooper15 days ago in Confessions
When a Doctor’s Hand Meets a German Official: A Story of Education That Could Not Overcome Dogma
A Brilliant Career and Perfect Results The man came to Germany from Lebanon in 2002. He worked hard, completed medical school and gradually climbed the German healthcare system. Eventually, he became a senior doctor at a German clinic, which reflected his considerable professional qualifications.
By Lenka Čihařová20 days ago in Confessions
I Read the Viral “Hospital Secret” Post So Your Family Group Chat Doesn’t Have To
The Hospital Will Never Tell You? Before You Share That Viral Post, Read This You have seen the article. Red headline. Six exclamation marks. First line: “The secret hospitals will never reveal.” You click. It tells you 90 percent of health problems heal themselves. It says doctors get rich off patients. It says traditional Chinese medicine is suppressed. It says schools secretly train poor people. By the end, your chest is hot, your fingers itch, and you want to forward it to the family group chat.
By Jin23 days ago in Confessions
Tears Fell Like Raindrops
I normally write my stories considering how they will be perceived. I have to admit at the outset that this one is primarily for me. They say it is good to get things off your chest and not to bottle things up. Every year at this time, I have the same problem. You will see what I mean if you read the story.
By Calvin London25 days ago in Confessions
Beach Canaries
Introduction This is another story on Seven Days In that is getting a lot of attention, and I noticed most of my recent fiction has been quite dark, and I wanted something that wasn't dark so this is a placeholder that will not disturb anyone.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a month ago in Confessions
I Used to Think I Had to Grovel. Then I Saw the Elevator.
A sheet of red‑headed paper was posted on the cafeteria bulletin board. The housing allocation list. Chi Dawei looked for his name from the bottom up—second‑to‑last row, north‑facing, twelve square metres. He finished reading, said nothing, and turned to get hot water. Tea leaves floated on the surface; he blew on them three times before he drank. Someone nearby called out, "Dawei, where did you get?" He answered, "Fine. Quiet."
By Jinabout a month ago in Confessions
