Secrets
To The Unsung Heroes
I pull into a parking space of the small shopping center that houses my therapist’s office. The drab brown buildings loom before me as I sit in my car dreading the next hour of my life. Today’s the day. I’d been seeing this therapist to help with my stress levels and anxiety, PTSD as some would call it, from the various traumas in my life. My ‘98 Honda CRV’s dash says its five minutes until one. I guess I should head in now and get checked in. I get out of my car and walk toward office 2A. Opening the door, I enter the brightly lit reception area with its yellow walls and paintings of flowers and smiling people. I walk to the front desk where the perky receptionist, wearing her dark purple scrubs greets me with a bright smile.
By Belle Connor4 years ago in Confessions
My Secret Superpower Self-Compassion
I’m at the Carl Jung Institute in Houston, Texas. I love psychology and have been drawn to it since college. How the mind works fascinate me and gives me tools of how to live. One of the greatest lessons I was ever taught in my life was that you couldn’t control other people or the world, but you can manage your reaction to them.
By Sarah Bellum Mental 4 years ago in Confessions
So...For Now I'm Staying
I've been struggling with Identity Crisis and a desire to leave for awhile now. But...as such things go, one can only hem and haw for so long. One can only metaphorically be Notre Dame for so long. Life the cold heartless bitch that she is...eventually forces you to pick or create a new side and declare you Conference Affiliation if you will. If you don't know who your family is and don't declare or create your own, you're always going to be lost and confused.
By Sean S4 years ago in Confessions
Mom & Wife's Secret "Second-Life" (after bedtime)
By now, I've been silently and gladly sittin' on this secret for over two years.. It's a secret I never actually intended on having, and I most definitely never thought something like this would end up being my family's "saving grace."..
By Britts & Pieces4 years ago in Confessions
BEING A VIRGIN AND SAVING MYSELF FOR MARRIAGE AT 21.
Sexual intercourse. Growing up as a kid in an African household, sex education was not as popular as it is right now. Its actually in Africa that you'll notice a family with lots of children but you'll never spot the parents showing any kind of displays of affection. However, as years went by, it got better due to the ability to access information online.
By Sting Ray4 years ago in Confessions
You Don't Own Me
I don't belong to him, he treats me like a piece of meat, something he can buy, chew up and spit out whenever he pleases. I am not property, I am not something to be owned, nor will I allow him to treat me as such anymore. The morning light breaks through the blinds, I stare outside, slightly blinded by the brightness, but I don't care. I haven't cared for much of anything for some time now, I can't remember exactly when it happened... Lie. I can tell you exactly when it all changed.
By Mercedes Chavez4 years ago in Confessions
Writing Saved my Life
If I tell you that I am a Scorpio sun, Aquarius moon, Capricorn rising, does that bring a soft 'aaahh' to your lips? What if I tell you that according to a medium I spoke with recently all my chakras are blocked or misaligned and that my third eye has 'stuck' in the process of opening. What about if I tell you that I am and have been for over ten years an emotionally avoidant, disassociative, suicidal depressive?
By S. A. Crawford4 years ago in Confessions
Tales from the trip
Three teenagers had decided to drive in the middle of the night for tiny cube sheets of paper. Having drove for 4 hours they had finally reached their destination . A house settled in the field right outside a town waited for their arrival. 6 sheets to divided among the three had been given . They decided it would be wise to consume the sheets right before the long drive back . 30 minutes down the road their vison shifted dramatically . Odds began to give weight to a certain death. Three teenagers crashed dead on the highway started forming within the mind filling the air with treamendous doubt. One teen had truly been experienced in the arts of meditation , always disregarding death claiming to his friends and family its just an illusion. But waiting after death with life attuned to their favor was the death of humanity...
By Jaziah Vasquez4 years ago in Confessions
There’s No Music On My Headphones!. Top Story - February 2022.
My name is Angel and this is my autistic confession. If you walk into the break room at my work while I’m having lunch, you may notice that I’m wearing headphones. The headphones are usually connected to my cellphone.
By Angel Mann4 years ago in Confessions
