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An Apology for the Unknown
If someone asked my friends who I am as a person, there would probably be many positive things said about me. Even the negatives aren’t all that bad. But then again, I’m 30 years old. Ask 10-15 years ago, they still would’ve said positive words; but, not as many. Why? I was far more secretive. I didn’t want to let people in - for a plethora of reasons.
Ashley Jeanette Curry WilsonPublished 4 years ago in Humans20 Signs Of A Toxic Person In Your Life
After 5 years of dealing with people who always wanted something from me, I finally booted the toxic people in my life. I love to help people, atleast, I did. Although, it's hard to help the right person when you dont know their true intention until the end. Now, I stick to me, my fiance and my children mostly.
Alecia BrownPublished 4 years ago in HumansInto The Wilderness
I have recently become OBSESSED with the amazing researcher, author and keynote speaker, Brene Brown. For those of you who are not hip to her and her work yet, get on board NOW! For those of you who are familiar, you know what it is like to be impacted by her insight.
Ashley KoeppPublished 4 years ago in Humans10 Signs That You're Not Yet Ready For A Relationship
There should be an easy pathway to check upon ourselves whether we are actually ready for a relationship or not, don't you think so ? Here, we have compiled ten different points to mark your checklist and figure out if you are ready for the relationship or not.
Could Covid Bring Us Closer Together?
One of the key takeaways from the Netflix documentary ‘The Social Dilemma’ is the argument that social media is acting to endlessly reinforce and polarise the opinions that we believe we have formed ourselves. Increasingly, we are living in a world of rigid binary opposition, where any opinion held is automatically adversarial. Tentative opinions voiced on Twitter, by the unwary, unleash the dogs of war. Rather than recognising stereotypes and deconstructing them, social media endlessly reinforces them so that each of us is, to someone else, an abhorrent incarnation of all that is hateful. Shared values are as endangered as our climate; we are choking in a toxic atmosphere of blame and hatred.
New Mexican Life
My first move away from my hometown began September 9th, My older siblings' birthday. This was a very chaotic move and gave me a lot of insight on what to do next time I move to a different country... Start over! Leave your belongings, clothes, anything else you know you can get in the place you are going. The only thing I will be taking the next time are the clothes and shoes to get me started in the new country along with my 'precious' items: my PRIDE Nikes, my cats; Prissy and Inky, oh and my partner, Michael, can't leave him behind!
Ryan HigginsPublished 4 years ago in HumansTrying to find a spark when dating
It’s going to be a year since I’ve had my break up and with Covid-19 surrounding us, dating has become very difficult for me. Having to result in using dating apps is great but gets very boring after a while. I miss the days just being able to go out and meet new people, especially at university, such a great time.
Annie CurranPublished 4 years ago in Humans“Hello, YOU” (Reference to the Netflix series YOU)
I agreed with my husband and my son’s father that enough is enough, I will leave to find my own way in life, that I could not live like this anymore, with his parents, with him as my bother not my husband.
Mirabela LucaPublished 4 years ago in HumansThe best thing in my life
You know that feeling when you are completely lost and don’t know where to go next, what to do? That used to happen to me a lot when I was young. I had no experience in the big, bad world. I was innocent and naïve, came from a very small town, from a family who did’t allow me to experience anything and kept me on a very short leash, to a big metropolis to university when I was 19. All I wanted was to make it in life, to finish university and fulfill my big dream of singing, but above all, I wanted love, the true kind that makes you warm inside and makes you dream of wonderful things and gives you hope. Makes you believe you can do anything and get through the worst as long as there’s 2 of you, together, as one. He wasn’t that, my boyfriend. I thought he was for a while, as he was my knight in shiny armour that saved me when I needed most and had no one, his eyes sparked when he saw me and was trembling when he touched me. He seemed capable of anything for me, for us. I loved him even though he was not my kind of man, physically. Everyone laughed: the beauty and the…undernourished they used to say. I didn’t care.. he had a good heart and was good to me. Helped me in my darkest hour and took care of me. But I don’t think he loved me either. Not really. I think he was attracted to my glow, I was the unreachable for him and when I actually gave him the time of day he was love struck. But not the kind that lasts as our romance soon faded. And I wanted out, as I was looking for something more. The ultimate love. And he wasn’t it. I wasn’t it for him either. So we parted ways for a short while. But when life has a way….
Mirabela LucaPublished 4 years ago in Humans“Don’t you know I’m no good for you?”
What if your whole existence you ask the universe for true love and when you find it, you can’t recognize it, as you don’t know its face? You don’t recognize the gestures, the words, the closeness, the emotional connections and vibrations because it never felt like that before. Because by now you lost faith that any man can love you like you deserve to be loved. I wish we would be born with a built in kit in our hearts and brains on “how to spot the ones who truly love you”.
Mirabela LucaPublished 4 years ago in HumansBetrayal is my middle name
I am a bad person. I made some bad choices, which I am ashamed of. But I cannot change the past. I betrayed one of my best friends in the worst way possible. I carry this burden with me since I was 19. I did not have the courage to say “I’m sorry” and take responsibility for my actions until I was 32.
Mirabela LucaPublished 4 years ago in HumansIt’s 3am... Got my eyes wide shut
What it's like being friends with someone like me. Someone who has PTSD from being in an abusive relationship. One where they were just slapped around, but called names, accused of cheating, told they were ugly, fat, disgusting... and worse of all raped, more times than they can count. It has made me a different person, I now worry constantly, that I am not good enough, that I am fat, disgusting, that no one will ever want me, let alone actually love me for who I am. I cry a lot, way more than I probably should. Hell, I am crying, just writing this. I will almost always cancel plans. This happening to me has made it hard for me to have any relationships. I cannot trust anyone, I get offended easily, I feel that no matter how hard I try, that I will never be good enough. I am a self conscious, beautiful disaster and I want is a normal life. One where I can sleep more than four hour without waking up terrified, screaming and pleading from sleep to not be hurt. Days, where I don't need to drink, just to be able to have peaceful sleep. I want someone who can show me that I really do matter, who can actually love me for me PTSD and all. Because, it's not just some phase I haven't grown out of, it's sadly here to stay.
Amber De’AnnPublished 4 years ago in Humans