Humanity
Hiding Asperger's Syndrome
Everyone has something they hide from the world. It may be a good idea to build a life on top of hiding something that makes you feel incomplete from the world around you. That hasn't been the easiest task for someone like myself. Growing up I did have my deal of hardships; being bulled for my height to developing trust issues when it came down to my first real relationship. I always tried to find some sort of blame because I was indeed hiding the truth of what may cause my life to be one heck of a rollercoaster. That secret was my mild case of Asperger's Syndrome. Asperger's is a form of autism. Some qualities may include having a very high intellectual state but not being so intuned with emotions. This was a life that I was trying to hide from the world and later on from myself.
By Mikyah Henderson4 years ago in Confessions
Turning The Page.
I had dreams of setting the tone with a soft air of surrender and peace, but that doesn't feel authentic to where I am right now. My higher self wants to be in that calm space, but I'm hanging on by a tiny mouse hair, and the horses are running wild.
By Malliha Ahmad4 years ago in Confessions
Catharsis
Catharsis. The process of releasing, and thereby providing relief from, strong or repressed feelings. Many things can cause catharsis in one's life, music, art, skydiving. Catharsis is the closest humanity can get to scraping our brain clean and free of ‘ropes of nerve and bone’ that can cause us to feel suffocated. As if you’re loading a Sims game, and the refreshing character screen pops up, allowing you to synthesise any persona you wish, and drop them in a new world. A blank canvas. They become ready to do whatever you command them to, and you get a rush of adrenaline when you realise you are playing the role of God. Before I get off track here, catharsis is an important part of human living and prevents us from becoming mind-numbing zombies.
By Gaia Fahed4 years ago in Confessions
New Found Glory
A little tree that’s left behind, not enough green or branch to climb. Words of bloom to give clarity, confusion was running wild while a portion was lost insanity. Communication is key when we don’t get it, keep each other sane so neither of us bends it. Work for our freedom and take pride in our success, reminding us how to never forget. What makes us strong and who we are, the people that touch us and hold pieces of our hearts.
By The Kind Quill4 years ago in Confessions
The Christmas season is done.
Christmas is done and over with; what a relief. What a disappointment. This Christmas season was a whirlwind of coordination, logistics, and responding to people's needs, wants, and desires- all in the name of the spirit of Christmas. That is what the season is about, right? Giving without receiving; sharing without asking; responding without requesting. I am exhausted. I have nothing left to offer at this point. The season is officially over, and I am grateful that I survived. I am pleased that I was able to fulfill all the requests and that I was able to coordinate a massive logistic nightmare, and that from an outsider's point of view- it was a success.
By Rose Loren Geer-Robbins4 years ago in Confessions
Crops
He had been the host of a party, a holiday gathering of friends and business partners. Too much food was eaten and too much drinking was done. Once everybody had left he had wandered up the stairs of his home, he remembers it feeling like a year long journey. He had plopped onto his comforter and passed out fully dressed in suit and tie. The wind woke him up, white dots sparked in his half lidded vision. A fire that had burned in his stomach the night before had traveled to his head while he slept. When he attempted to get to his feet, the dots increased and the fire raged, forcing him back onto the bed. The desire to lay in bed, sweating in uncomfortable clothes and plagued with a desert cracked mouth was strong, but the pain in his head was stronger. Through the pain, he fumbled for clothes in the dark until he was in a short-sleeve shirt and a pair of pajama pants. The hallway passed in groggy shadows and the linoleum of the kitchen was cold on his feet. He ran his hands under the kitchen sink's water and splashed it onto his face. With a tilt of his body, he took a drink. The cracks of his tongue filled to full the more he swallowed. Through tired vision and cold fingers, a ball of light treaded carefully down into the snow beyond his barn, beyond his yard, and towards the edge of his fields. It was pure as the snow, he remembered thinking. It was untouched by the world. Had he chalked the sight off to be the alcohol, he never would have gone outside. He never would have put on his boots, winter coat, and a hat and bared the biting wind. The snow was already up to his ankles, but he ran. He pushed, collapsed, got back up, and ran harder. The wind took his hat, but he took the wind’s friends. The snowflakes that melted on his skin. In many ways, both of them were monsters. Wind and man. Both not feeling mercy. He was desperate to know. The grogginess was gone and all of his body felt free when he passed his barn, when he crossed the threshold of his fields without a crunch of the snow because it was fresh and weak. He couldn’t hear his own breath over the screaming of the night. As he got closer and closer, the white turned to gold and all of his pain turned to peace; he sank to his knees to get a closer look and remember how it felt to breathe.
By Roger Bundridge4 years ago in Confessions
What Would My 13-Year-Old Self Say to Me Now?
We all been asked that one question: If you were to give your younger self a piece of advice, what would you say? Someone asked me this recently. I stared a complete blank and came to the conclusion that I wouldn’t say anything at all. Because my 13-year-old self was destined for great things and it’s my 30-something-year old self who didn’t believe in those great things anymore.
By Akina Marie 4 years ago in Confessions
Re-inventing Me
I grew up in a rough way, alcoholic mother, lots of ugly things happened to me in my youth, but a lot of great memories came with that, like living in an apartment complex that were all like family. I knew everyone! The manager would leave the pool open in the summer til midnight and we would have amazing pool parties with music, food, alcohol and lots of drugs going around. I wasn't doing any of the drugs, but I did drink some when I was 14, never enough to get drunk but just enough to fit in... oh and I did smoke some pot once, but I didn't like how it made me feel so I didn't smoke it again. I wasn't a very cute tween, due to glasses, zits and because I had to wear the same clothes to school every day, I got picked on a lot at school for being "an ugly freak". That was the emotionally beaten and bruised girl in middle and high school I became...a complete emotional ugly duckling, (which I don't know why they say that, because I can honestly say I have NEVER seen an ugly duckling...they are super cute!)
By C. M. Sears4 years ago in Confessions
Attainable Resolutions
The year 2021 is almost over, which means we are a year older, a year wiser. Are we ready to step into 2022? There are so many of us that are scared to see what the next year will hold, and I, for one, am tired of feeling anxious. I just want to let it happen. Let whatever comes come. My outlook on this upcoming year is that old song "what will be will be". Que Sera, Sera. I know that next year will not be what this year was for me. I refuse to let it. Let the New Year's Resolutions roll!
By Rachel Nelson4 years ago in Confessions
A Toss of the Dice
No one has ever called me Charlie or Chuck or Chas. I have always been known as Charles, that’s all. It’s not that I care either way, it’s just that none of my exceedingly few friends or acquaintances can bring themselves to call me by any other name.
By Louis Mello4 years ago in Confessions
