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How I Cured My Foot Pain with Creams and Red Light Therapy
I have always loved running. Ever since I was a kid, I enjoyed the feeling of freedom, exhilaration, and accomplishment that came with running. Running was my passion, my hobby, and my therapy. It helped me cope with stress, anxiety, and depression. It made me happy and healthy.
By fitness home3 years ago in Families
Confidence baby
I was the most insecure person. I went through a lot of mistreatment and abuse. But through tough times and understanding my worth, I became confident. Now, I won't do anything that doesn't benefit me. I prioritize myself, and even my family has noticed the change.
By Jomar Gitanes3 years ago in Families
Trauma and Death Has Made Me Like The Holidays Less. Top Story - December 2023.
Not to be a "Debbie Downer" (no hate to Debbies of the world), but the holidays have become more unenjoyable. Before you call me a Scrooge or Grinch, hear me out! As you can tell by the title, I have had a fair share of trauma and death in my 30 years of life. I believe this has led to me not being so holly jolly during the beloved trio of major holidays (Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Year's).
By Steven Rice3 years ago in Families
The Woes Of Christmas
This is a newspaper article written about my mother when I was just a baby grain of rice. I share it every year around the holidays. I hope it helps others grasp that not everyone is thriving during the holiday season. You can read more of my story/thoughts here.
By Steven Rice3 years ago in Families
From Light to Darkness:
The Transformation from Daddy to Father In the grand tapestry of life, the role of a father transcends mere existence; it encapsulates the profound journey from being a "Daddy" to evolving into a true "Father." This transformation is not just a linguistic shift but an intricate metamorphosis of responsibilities, emotions, and personal growth. Let's delve into the nuanced transition from light to darkness, from the carefree days of "Daddy" to the profound responsibilities of a "Father."
By Kwandokuhle Ndethi3 years ago in Families
Family Values
I lost my uncle Fred last week on December 14th. He was the last surviving sibling of my mother’s. Mom was one of 7 children and the baby of the 4 girls born before 3 boys. Mom passed 11 years ago December 11th. My grandfather passed on the same date 19 years prior. I’m sure there is some meaning to that. I don’t believe there are coincidences in the universe.
By Karolyn Denson Landrieux3 years ago in Families
"Boundless Love: A Mother-Daughter Journey"
In a cozy little town nestled between rolling hills and lush greenery, lived a mother named Lily and her daughter, Emily. Lily was a kind-hearted woman with eyes that sparkled like the morning dew. Emily, her daughter, was a lively soul, curious about the world around her.
By Rashid gujjar3 years ago in Families
