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Hey Mom, I never told you this before, but...
Hey Mom. I never told you this before, but… I'm depressed. I'll admit, it took me by surprise. It wasn't necessarily a feeling of being ok one day and then not ok the next. Looking back, I can see that it happened gradually. One day was tough, then another, then another, until I couldn't force myself to get out of bed. The thought of getting up to shower made me retreat even further under the blankets. And food? Food was the worst. Finding whatever remained of week-old meals that had been left in the fridge was absolute torture.
Samantha AlisPublished about 17 hours ago in Confessions
When the cookie crumbles...
When the Cookie Crumbles. Inclusivity and being seen in themselves are a part of human nature, and so is pursuing a friendship. The awkward part is when the friendship starts to end.
HAIQEEMPublished 2 days ago in ConfessionsBetween Phone Calls
Dear Mom, If I’d only had the capacity to understand then, 25 years ago, what I know now we would have been closer. After my sister was born I felt obsolete. Whether that was fair or not really wasn't relevant. I was eleven and an only child until she arrived. From my young point of view she took all of your time away from me. I was lonely.
Jo McvayPublished 5 days ago in Confessions
Not Lamb Brain Fritters
Hello Mum, As May is the month of Mother’s Day, Vocal has a new challenge for writers to conquer. It asks that we write you an open letter and confess to something we never planned to tell you and that got me thinking.
Colleen MillsteedPublished 6 days ago in ConfessionsUnexpected Villain of the Piece
When I was younger, I always felt I would be the good guy, the hero in my life story. I think most people do? No one really wakes up one day and thinks “I am going to be the villain”. Even Mega Mind decided to be bad because he tried so hard to fit in and then felt everyone was against him because he was a blue kid with a big head and who seemed to be quite clumsy.
Paul StewartPublished 7 days ago in Confessions
Confessions Of A Son On Mothers Day
Dear Mom, Happy mother’s day! I am overjoyed to be able to celebrate mother’s day with you. I know I don't say it often enough but I love you and you have been there for me through all the good times and the bad times, through the laughter and the tears.
Richard BaileyPublished 9 days ago in Confessions
One Afternoon in May
Hey Mum, Do you remember that time when we were walking down that grey-stone street in Huntingdon one afternoon in May, some seventeen years ago now? You’d let me choose my outfit that day. I was wearing my glittery pink trainers, fuzzy lavender bodywarmer, and tulle skirt over striped tights.
Cameo-Rose NealPublished 9 days ago in Confessions
Waking up in the Train Station
I don’t make a habit of sleeping on tables in train station waiting rooms. Sometimes there isn’t a choice but on the bright side, it was certainly better than the out-of-service escalator I tried to bed down on earlier; but more on that later.
Jim AdamsPublished 10 days ago in Confessions
Dear Mom,
This should be the end, but it’s not, because now, recovery is a part of my day-to-day. Like drinking water and changing my underwear.
Dannie JoPublished 11 days ago in Confessions
Letting This Cat Out Of The Bag
I would never tell her this, but my mother had some bad kids. This is just one of the many mischievous things my sister and I got up to. Bless my mother’s heart!
E. J. StrangePublished 11 days ago in Confessions
It's about me, not you!
Dear Mum, Here we are again. Two journals filled and counting! When Julie, you know, that therapist I’ve been seeing for the past couple of years (thanks to growing up with a challenging mother like yourself, the one you said was a complete waste of my time and money, why do I need a therapist, there’s nothing wrong with me outside of the fact that I just don’t listen to you enough!) suggested I write in a journal and get off my chest all the things I tend to say that just aren’t helpful and usually end up with you looking bewildered and wounded and me wanting to beat my head against a brick wall, I don’t think either of us thought I would be quite so prolific. She says it helps me deal with my ‘grievances’ in a more ‘constructive’ way. According to her and her fancy doctorate, sarcasm and gentle self-loathing are not overly ‘mentally hygienic’. Honestly Mum, she sounds ALOT like you when you haughtily remind me that “sarcasm is the lowest form of wit”. The primary difference between the two of you is that her judgement and condescension cost me money while yours costs me my self-esteem.
Lilly CooperPublished 12 days ago in ConfessionsI will Serenade You, Momma
I want to appreciate my mum's time with me, even after she left. I miss her so much but I understand that she needed time away from the pain she felt; she needed some peace for herself to heal, so she did what was necessary to protect us. She had been diagnosed with cancer when I was seven years old. After spending two hours in chemo, her condition started deteriorating; her breathing became ragged and her skin was turning a deep blue color. Her last words were, "I love you, baby, I hope you know how sorry I am." She passed on just over a year ago.
Fashion O DayPublished 14 days ago in Confessions
