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Dear Disrespectful Racist. Content Warning.
Dear Narcissistic POS, It all started when you came out of training at a job. I had offered a hand to help set up your desk, so you didn’t have to get onto the floor. I did it for all the older people who were in your training class. I’m not sure how we became friends by only having small talk back and forth when I was helping around the call center when there weren't enough supervisors.
By Hope Martin2 years ago in Confessions
The Struggles Behind Success: A Heartfelt Truth
The Struggles Behind Success: A Heartfelt Truth People are often drawn to the glamour of success. They admire the wealth you’ve accumulated, the recognition you’ve earned, and the prestige you now command. However, very few care to see the struggles, sacrifices, and relentless efforts that paved the way to your success. Success is like a shining beacon that catches everyone's attention. Yet, the journey filled with pain, sacrifices, and countless failures remains invisible to most. The story of hardship, known only to the person who endured it, often remains untold. Every successful person has a unique struggle. For some, it’s the fight against financial challenges, while for others, it’s the lack of support from family or friends. Many face failure repeatedly, but their determination to rise again defines their ultimate triumph. Take the example of J.K. Rowling, the celebrated author of the Harry Potter series. Before achieving fame, she faced rejection from multiple publishers. She was a single mother living in poverty, battling depression, and questioning her worth. Her resilience and determination to share her story with the world eventually turned her struggles into a remarkable success. Struggles often force individuals to make tough decisions. There are moments when one must endure humiliation, accept criticism, and even face ridicule. Sleepless nights become routine, self-doubt lingers, and anxiety weighs heavily. Yet, amidst all this, a firm resolve keeps them moving forward. Many believe success is achieved effortlessly. Comments like “You’re so lucky!” or “It must have been easy for you!” are often thrown around. What they fail to realise is the countless hours of hard work, the failures faced, and the sacrifices made along the way. Consider the story of Colonel Sanders, the founder of KFC. He was rejected over 1,000 times before his fried chicken recipe became a sensation. It wasn’t luck—it was perseverance and grit. The road to success is never straightforward. It’s filled with detours, obstacles, and moments of despair. Imagine an athlete preparing for the Olympics. For years, they train relentlessly, often pushing their physical and mental limits. Injuries, failures, and setbacks challenge them, but their vision of victory fuels their perseverance. When they finally stand on the podium, the world sees the gold medal, but only a few understand the pain and dedication behind it. Success is indeed beautiful, but its foundation lies in the sacrifices and struggles of the individual. It is the painful journey that adds value to the achievement. Without struggle, success would lose its significance. When you achieve success, take pride in your journey. Celebrate not just the destination but also the battles fought along the way. You’ve endured sleepless nights, faced failures, and overcome doubts to reach where you are. Your story of resilience can inspire others to persevere in their own journeys. Always remember, success may appear glamorous to the world, but the unseen battles, sacrifices, and unwavering determination are its true essence. The struggles behind success make it meaningful and lasting. Every person who has tasted success has a story of struggle. Whether it’s Steve Jobs, Oprah Winfrey, or Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson, their stories are filled with hardship, but they also reflect the power of perseverance. Success is not just about reaching the top; it’s about climbing every step of the ladder with courage and resilience. It’s the journey of turning failures into stepping stones and doubts into confidence. And in this journey, your struggles become the foundation of your triumph. In the end, the struggles behind success are what make the victory so special. It’s not the destination but the journey that truly defines you. Let your story be an inspiration to others, reminding them that behind every shining success lies a tale of courage, determination, and unwavering belief in oneself.
By Dipak Pawar2 years ago in Confessions
When The Devil Comes To Collect Your Debt. Content Warning.
I have written articles about recognizing abusive situations. I have talked in various articles about my past relationships while I was a traumatized, co-dependent, trauma-bonded youngling. I haven't in a while, because sometimes when your abuser lives nearby it sometimes creates a fear that keeps you from talking and sharing your full story. Especially when your abuser has a pretty well-off family who could and WOULD hurt you in various ways if they truly wanted to.
By Hope Martin2 years ago in Confessions
The Villain Can Have Me
Considering how popular dark romance has been lately, or well how loudly popular dark romance has been lately, preferring the villain isn't new. I'm no different, I'll always love a "good" villain. I recently had one of my best friends look at me while we were rewatching The Walking Dead and ask me "Did you like Negan from the beginning or further into his character arc?" I grinned at her, taking my eyes off Rick, shuffling up to the "Don't Open, Dead Inside" door. "Oh! I liked him from the beginning!"
By Jacqueline Skye2 years ago in Confessions
Evil Eye is Not Real - How to Train Your Mind for Abundance
Recently, there have been so many social media outrages and debates revolving around the concept of the Evil eye and whether it is real or not, and how other people’s negative energy or wishing bad upon us can lead to our downfall. While there are a lot of contrasting opinions about this concept, there is no research or scientific study that can prove whether this is real or not. I firmly believe the notion of the evil eye is rooted in superstitious and cultural beliefs that people who are envious of your growth or the light that you behold wish bad upon you or send curses your way which ultimately leads to ill health or losing the abundance that is present in your life.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Confessions
How to Shift Your Mindset and Stop Fear of the Evil Eye
Recently, there has been much banter and controversy on social networks over this concept called Evil Eye, as if this thing exists and that some people's bad vibes or bad wishes have so much to do with our lives. Without much empirical research or scientific evidence being put forward on its basis, opinions widely vary on this aspect of life. I believe that the concept of the evil eye is based on cultural and superstitious thinking, that is, those who feel envious of your success or inner light may wish you harm or cast curses, which can eventually bring about misfortune or a decline in the blessings already in your life.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Confessions
A Rainy Day
It was a gray and rainy day in the city, with the sound of water tapping against the windows. The atmosphere was filled with a mix of melancholy and warmth, perfect for staying indoors. Sofia, wrapped in a soft sweater, settled onto her couch with a book. However, her mind wandered, thinking about Lucas, her neighbor next door.
By Nicole Nieves2 years ago in Confessions
The Silent Thief: A Reflection on Time
The Silent Thief: A Reflection on TimeTime is the one thing we all have, yet none of us truly own. It is constant, unyielding, and indifferent to our hopes and fears. We measure our lives in seconds, minutes, hours—milestones that mark our existence—but in reality, time flows beyond our control. And while we chase it, beg for it, or wish it away, it always slips through our fingers, a silent thief we cannot outrun.When I was younger, I thought time was infinite. Days stretched on endlessly, summers felt eternal, and the concept of running out of time seemed like a distant whisper. But as I grew older, I began to feel its weight. Time started to shrink, compressing into fleeting moments that disappeared before I could hold on to them.Have you ever watched the clock and felt its rhythm sync with your heartbeat? Tick. Tock. A second passes, and another, until you realize those seconds are pieces of your life, falling away into a void you can never reach again. It’s terrifying and beautiful, isn’t it? How something so intangible governs everything we do.Time is both a healer and a tormentor. It dulls the sharp edges of pain, allowing us to move forward, yet it also widens the chasm of loss, separating us from people and places we can no longer touch. I think of the people I’ve lost, the conversations I should have had, the embraces I should have lingered in. But time does not grant second chances—it simply moves forward, indifferent to the what-ifs and the regrets.What makes time so powerful is its duality. It can be generous, giving us years to build dreams, to love, to learn. But it can also be cruel, cutting those years short in an instant. It has no loyalties, no biases. It gives and takes without explanation, and we are left to make sense of the aftermath.There’s a certain irony in how we treat time. We spend so much of it wishing for more. More hours in a day. More years to live. Yet, we squander the moments we’re given, thinking there will always be more. We wait for the perfect time to take risks, to say “I love you,” to forgive, to chase our dreams. But time is not waiting for us. Perhaps we’ve misunderstood its purpose.The truth is, time is not our enemy, though it often feels like it. Time is a reminder. A reminder that life is fragile, fleeting, and precious. Therefore, every moment is an opportunity to live, to feel, to grow.I often wonder what I would do if I could hold time in my hands, if I could pause it, rewind it, or stretch it out. But perhaps the beauty of time lies in its impermanence. If every moment lasted forever, would it still mean as much?One memory comes to mind often. I was sitting on a park bench, watching an elderly couple walk hand in hand. Their pace was slow, their steps measured, but there was something about them that caught my attention. They weren’t in a rush. It was as if they knew the secret—time doesn’t need to be chased; it needs to be cherished.It made me realize how much of my life I’ve spent running. Running toward goals, running from fears, and running out of time. Life felt like a labyrinth, with twisting paths and dead ends that left me lost in the chaos. But watching that couple taught me to slow down, to breathe, and to appreciate the now.So, I try to live with a new awareness of time. I savor the quiet mornings when the world is still waking up. I listen more closely to the voices of loved ones. I let the sun warm my face a little longer. Because one day, time will take me too, as it takes us all. And when that day comes, I want to know that I spent my time living—not just existing.Time is a mystery we’ll never solve, a force we’ll never conquer. But perhaps the answer is not to fight it, but to embrace it. To make peace with its fleeting nature and to treasure the gift it gives us: the present.And as I sit here, writing these words, I can feel time moving again. Tick. Tock. A reminder to make this moment count before it’s gone. Life, after all, is not measured by how much time we have but by how we choose to spend it.
By Melanie2 years ago in Confessions
When the Night Falls
When the Night FallsWhen the night falls, the world grows quiet, but the heart grows louder. The absence of sunlight strips away distractions, leaving nothing but the raw essence of who we are. Perhaps that’s why the night feels heavier than the day; it’s not the darkness we fear but the truths we can no longer ignore.For some, the night is a sanctuary. It’s a place to retreat, to dream, to find peace. But for others, like me, the night is neither friend nor foe—it is a mirror. It reflects every regret, every mistake, and every word left unspoken. When the sun sets, the masks we wear during the day fall away, and we are left alone with our deepest fears and longings.And For some, the night brings comfort. Wrapped in its blanket of stars, they find peace, a chance to rest and dream. But for others, like me, the night is a mirror that refuses to lie.The night is when memories come alive. They slip through the cracks of time, unbidden yet impossible to resist. I often find myself haunted by fragments of the past—conversations I replay endlessly, wondering if I could have said something differently. The faces of those I loved and lost linger in the corners of my mind, not to torment me but to remind me of what I once had and what I’ll never have again.When the night falls, I feel the weight of the choices I’ve made, the words left unsaid, and the people I couldn’t keep. In the silence, memories come alive, more vivid than any photograph. They whisper to me of who I used to be, who I wanted to become, and who I failed to protect along the way.Neither regret nor acceptance takes hold fully; I am suspended somewhere in between. And perhaps that’s the hardest part—this in-between space where the past still clings to you, but the future feels out of reach.Yet, not every night is unbearable. There are softer moments, too. Sometimes, the moonlight spills through my window, bathing the world in silver. In those moments, the darkness doesn’t feel suffocating. Instead, it feels vast, infinite, and strangely comforting. Looking up at the stars, I am reminded of how small I am, and with that smallness comes a peculiar kind of freedom.In the quiet of the night, I reflect—not because I want to, but because I must. There is no escaping yourself in the stillness. The night doesn’t demand answers or solutions. It doesn’t expect you to be perfect. It simply asks you to sit with yourself, to feel what you need to feel, and to let the weight of it all settle.And that’s the gift of the night, isn’t it? It gives us space—space to grieve, to long, to hope, and to begin healing. Healing isn’t loud or dramatic; it’s quiet. It’s in the way you let a memory wash over you without fighting it, the way you acknowledge your pain without letting it define you.But there are nights when the darkness feels endless, as if dawn will never come. On those nights, it’s hard to believe in anything but the ache. Yet, dawn always arrives, no matter how long the night feels. The stars fade, the shadows retreat, and the world wakes again. The lessons of the night linger, soft and subtle, shaping us in ways we may not understand immediately but will carry with us forever.When the night falls, it’s not just an ending; it’s a beginning. It is the time when we confront what we’ve been avoiding, when we wrestle with our truths and find fragments of clarity. It is when we realize that our struggles, while uniquely ours, are also universal. Everyone has their own battles to face when the darkness comes.So, let the night fall. Let it cradle your fears and your dreams. Let it remind you of your humanity, of your capacity to feel deeply and endure even when it seems impossible. Because in the end, the night doesn’t just take the light away—it gives us a chance to grow in its absence.And when the night falls again, as it always does, I will embrace it. I will sit with my truths, no matter how uncomfortable, and find comfort in the stars above. I will let the darkness remind me of my strength and my resilience. For the night is not my enemy; it is my teacher. And in its quiet embrace, I am reminded that even in the darkest hours, I am still here, still fighting, still alive.Because in the end, the night is not the enemy. It is a canvas—a place where we can paint our truths, no matter how messy or imperfect they may be, and prepare ourselves to face the world again when the morning comes.And perhaps, in those quiet hours, you’ll find that the night doesn’t just fall. It cradles.
By Melanie2 years ago in Confessions
To the Girl Who Saved Us
Dear 20-Year-Old Me, I can hardly put into words how much I need to thank you right now. I’ve been sitting here thinking about all that you went through, all that you endured, and I’m honestly in awe of your strength. You were 20, scared, and overwhelmed, and yet you made the decision to leave an abusive marriage. I can’t imagine how hard that was—how many times you second-guessed yourself, how many times you thought you couldn’t do it. But you did. You made it out. And I don’t think I’d be here, at 34 years old, living the life I am now, if you hadn’t done that.
By Maria Rose 2 years ago in Confessions
