Humanity
LEVANTINE
The large woman standing in front of the classroom announced before the slowly filling classroom, "Hello... and good morning, I will be your teacher my name is Matilda... Matilda Sayegh... for Levantine Arabiye. We will study the language and the culture... for Introductory FLA... Foreign Language Arabic 101 and intermediate FLA 102. You will need immersion for the local accent and local custom on your own time later. Let us begin."
By CarmenJimersonCross4 years ago in Confessions
I Wasn't Always a Dirty Girl
Damn. I just licked my fingers. Oh god, and I didn’t wash my hands when I came home, because I was too busy hunkering down to finish the work I’d started before I left. Now I probably have COVID. Remember when we only worried about germs and not a deadly virus? Oh, and I touched so many things on my errands today! Damn! That one little flick of the tongue to the tip of my fingers, fingers trying to separate two pieces of blank paper so that I could write notes on one. And now, I’m already feeling queasy.
By Catherine Kenwell4 years ago in Confessions
Have You Ever Experienced Depression?
Depression! Who cares to hear about depression? I work with it every week in a group I facilitate. One person described the worst depression being when we go numb and feel nothing! We could care less about living or anything going on around us.
By Denise E Lindquist4 years ago in Confessions
Have you ever been scammed?
Have you ever had something that you really love so much,that you moved with it everywhere you go? But unfortunately you have to put it up for sale because you are in need of money urgently for a very special reason ? For just a couple of bucks.
By BoJack Shak4 years ago in Confessions
We All Lost Something When Words Became Too Powerful
Words aren’t supposed to hurt. The smallest, youngest of us, play with blocks printed with letters. We encourage them to make words, learn to speak, and express themselves. Somewhere along the way, words took on a new meaning in society. We lost when we started letting words hurt as much as sticks and stones or fists and guns.
By Jason Ray Morton 4 years ago in Confessions
Why I Donated Blood...
If you've been wondering what I've been up to lately, I was so grateful to share with the world - back when the golden Midwestern leaves littered the Northeastern roads of Indiana - that I had officially rejoined the American workforce! It was in my ideal field - the healthcare setting! Now, however, when I initially began writing this post and practicing in that field, I reside in a MUCH different State and time than that of my beloved home state of Illinois. The "Land of Lincoln," some say fondly. "Crook County!" other's sneer. I grew up FAST on BOTH sides of the South Suburban Chicagoland Region and Northeastern or Northwestern Indiana border! My oh my, how the times have changed - in terms of one mentally ill, young woman's life, circumstances, experiences, opportunities and challenges that she alone is EXPECTED to surmount and OVERCOME...
By Unlisted&Twisted!4 years ago in Confessions
Love Yourself
Self Love The first thing you need to do is to start loving the person you see in the mirror. You are perfect as you are, and any stretch marks you have represent how resilient you are. Start seeing your body as a beautiful creation of nature. These are the words you need to repeat daily to yourself - that you are amazing, beautiful, and powerful.
By Katherine Cruz4 years ago in Confessions
Why I’d Rather Stay in Ukraine Than Go Back to Nigeria - Stranded Student Explains
Okay, here's a story I'd really love to hear your thoughts about. If you follow the news, then you must have undoubtedly heard about what is going on between Russia and Ukraine. While our hearts were and are still breaking for Ukraine and the unimaginable things the citizens of that country are having to go through, another set of news reports started coming out. Apparently even in the face of war, racism still stands.
By Jide Okonjo4 years ago in Confessions
Agoraphobia, Acting Out and the Aftermath
Growing up I saw mental illness as something for weak people, those with no fight or guption. I used to be one of the aggravating few that said things like 'just be happy' or 'there's nothing to worry about, just relax'. Yes, I was one of THOSE people. Then I turned 23 and life had a lesson to teach me.
By Jodie Harron4 years ago in Confessions
Confused
How do you put being lost for words in a form of a thought? When does the questions become answers and your emotions become quite? Tell me the answer please cause I am tried of all the un answered questions that are in my head. I'm tried of the statements tried of the people tried of the system tired of other race downing us black people putting us in a box like we don't suppose to have a thought a mind of our own. I'm tried of the saying blacks are only good for being behind bars.
By Rachel Geegan4 years ago in Confessions
