Taboo
The Floor
The Floor Get up, she told herself weakly. Please, she pleaded to herself. You’ve just gotta get up. The floor that she was laying on was hard and cold. It was unyielding, just like the man who stood over her. She slowly lifted her head. God, it felt like a ton and it was pounding viciously. She grimaced in response to the feeling and was immediately sorry that she had done so. Her top lip was on fire and she knew it had to be swollen, probably split. He had slapped her and then bitten her. Suddenly, she remembered it all as if it had just happened. She remembered what she had been enduring the past half an hour. To her shame now she just wanted to lay her head back down, curl into a ball and let whatever would come; come. She just didn’t, couldn’t fight anymore. She had no fight left in her. She was so tired, so weary. Weary and sore to the bone. And then, as she did so often now, she started talking to herself. Sometimes her conscious and who she had become since being with her husband, were like two different people. But, honestly, she thanked God for it. It was strong where she was not.
By Cookie Brown5 years ago in Confessions
The Truth
Ok, it’s time someone finally clears up the myths and stereotypes of drug addicts. When I read books and/or articles about drug addicts, I literally cringe and feel like screaming. So much is said about those suffering from addiction that just isn’t true. So let’s hear it from the heart of someone who has been there… ME.
By Samantha Cordle5 years ago in Confessions
Camping? Ew.
Why would I voluntarily live like a dog? Okay, so I don’t like hiking or camping. I have a debilitating fear of snakes, I had a very terrifying experience as a child on my great grandparents farm and I have anxiety attacks if there’s one in my immediate vicinity. Have you ever been surprised by a rattlesnake snap at you while you're behind a sliding glass door? The snake snaps as you fall backwards onto your grandmas hideous linoleum floor, while the snake waivers its head at you, watching you while the venom from its strike to the glass drips down like yellow syrup.
By Mae McCreery5 years ago in Confessions
Beyond These Walls
The woman standing in front of me is my neighbor but she doesn’t know it. She lives in the unit on the other side of my flat’s northwestern corner wall. And as much as I'd like it, we may not actually share a wall at all, just the empty space in between plywood sheets where mice and rat droppings—and hopefully no snakes—might be found.
By Elle Kim5 years ago in Confessions
My Body Crumbled And Made Me Realize That I Was On The Wrong Life Path
I always had to excel at everything. Now I know it was because I always believed I wasn't good enough. When I was 13 years old I wrote my first screenplay. I read it to my mother and told her that one day I will become a writer.
By Oberon Von Phillipsdorf5 years ago in Confessions
Just a tiny little snowflake
#mentalhealth #wintermonths #loss #grief #winterblues Have you ever seen a little snowflake up close? If you did, you would be blown away at such incredible detail for such a tiny little piece of ice. It nearly defies logic, seeing all these tiny little snowflakes with such beautiful and unique patterns. How on earth do these things fall out of the sky so perfectly and delicately?
By Jaded Savior Blog5 years ago in Confessions
