Secrets
Collection of the Hopes & Fears
I am 24 years old and I have no clue what to do with my life. I have no purpose. Am I supposed to at my age? By now many of my peers have five affiliate marketing business, sipping bobo tea and driving around in their too-difficult-to-sit-down cars living the entrepreneur lifestyle. The other half of my peers could be hustling their way through another year of grunt work, paperclips and say-it-don't-spray-it teachers.
By Sapphire R4 years ago in Confessions
Why I Loved Being A Mistress
I was climbing the corporate ladder quickly at the "AAA" rated banking institute I had been working for just under ten years. Without a college education I had to work from the bottom, as a clerk, to the current position I was in as an auditor. My reputation had been built on my system and product knowledge. Which put me in numerous projects as the lead analyst. Giving me a hand up into a world of Managers, GM's and CEOs that had no clue about the inside process but knew it was something that required immediate attention and an expert to ensure nothing fell through.
By Crystal Rae4 years ago in Confessions
July 17, 1981
(names have been changed for personal privacy) Since the breakup with George, I fell into a deep depression. I considered him to be the respite from my difficult and dreary life. Days went on for what seemed an eternity. Nights couldn’t come soon enough, and the mornings always came too soon. It was in my dreams that I found solace. The one thing I still carried in me was a good escape in those nighttime dreams. I was with George, and we were happy. The abuse never entered my dream life. It was as if God was saying, “You deserve a good night’s sleep. The days ahead will be long and hard.”
By Susan Sargis4 years ago in Confessions
Breaking Free
I juggled baby girl from my left hip to my right and hiked my purse higher on my shoulder, pulling car keys out of my pocket. My car had a hard time starting this morning so we were parked on the outskirts of the parking lot, the consequences of being late. The lot was almost deserted and baby girl and I were the only ones hustling through. I could hear the click of my heels and the distant hoot of a barn owl amid the other night noises.
By J Magnuson4 years ago in Confessions
An open conversation about being in love with the idea of love.
When I first met you I thought the world of you. You were so bright and logical! I thought you had the world in the palm of your hand. You knew what you wanted and had no shame in speaking your mind, just like me. When I looked at you, I saw myself. You inspired me to work harder on my passions, embrace my sexuality and look at the parts of me that needed work; A LOT of work! Whilst getting to know you, I realized a lot at this time. I also had a lot to look forward to after work…at the time, at least. I looked up to you as well as falling face-first at even the thought of you. Looking back, this disgusts me! However, those were my feelings at the time. This was truly a wake-up call. I had constant nightmares about you and our friend group at the time. Now I know those were my conscious warning me about the whole situation. But at the time, they were just nightmares; you told me to ignore them because “they will never come true.” and “I’ll always be there for you.” You even said you could prove my subconscious wrong! It’s laughable now, I will never doubt my mind ever again knowing what I know now. But, let’s continue with the story.
By Em Blackrose n Ambisious4 years ago in Confessions
Troubling Waters
I had written a about a dream where there were flooding waters. I had written about a dream where I had paddled myself upstream from the ocean into a river. I had written about a dream where tadpoles were as colorful as they were plentiful. I had written about a dream where as fast as the water had entered, it had left. I had written about a dream where horses drew carriages in wooden cottage towns. Now I write about a dream where I learn to practice a lesson where waters trouble me, but do not disturb my state of mind. Where ever there are waters, there will be trouble with keeping my head afloat. Yet, whenever there is water, I learn how to tread in another way.
By Thavien Yliaster4 years ago in Confessions
The Lakehouse of Hope
She showed up at the lake house after the weekend from hell. The breakup took it out of her; she sat on the bed, took a deep breath in, and said, “I’m free.” She started unpacking her stuff, the little that, wasn’t destroyed, as she pulled the broken cookie jar her late grandmother had made, the china she had told her about as a child now in pieces in a box. It related to the pieces of her broken life. Just her and her two kids and dogs now. “Now, what am I going to do.” The first night was the worst. With lots of tears and confusion from everyone. “How does a marriage just end; it ends so fast like it was nothing. In a split second, everything you’ve worked for gone. Now they are left with your ghost, and you are left picking up the pieces of your life. Was he a bad guy? some would say yes, but she saw a side of him that was different, kind, and loving. She saw his potential to be a great man, a great father, and a husband. He would go out of his way for everyone but them. For some reason, they were always put on the back burner. She knew him kicking her out was the only way she would have truly left him, and now it was no longer about her, it was about their safety. You don’t realize what pills do to you till he’s acting out of his character and kicking his own family out. The saddest and scariest thing, he doesn’t remember much of that night, but she and her kids will never forget it.
By GypsySoulSister4 years ago in Confessions
Preparing For Gastric Sleeve Surgery And Beyond
I'm back with an update on my progress towards getting gastric sleeve surgery. I just had a psychological evaluation done. It's a required part of the process for gastric sleeve surgery. Because of my bipolar disorder, I already have a therapist and psychiatrist, so I didn't have to look for someone to do the evaluation. (Lucky me.)
By Susan F Weimer4 years ago in Confessions
An Owl's Wisdom Guides My Life
No one in my family had time for me, and if they did bother to pay any attention to me, they were confused and befuddled by me. I wasn’t like the rest of them. They were simple old-time country farmers with minimal education and no understanding of why any of their kind would seek more out of life than what I could see as only life-draining labor with little reward. As young as 6 years old, I had a fire burning within me; a yearning to read, learn, travel, and write. I sure as Hell don’t know where it came from, but it was there from as far back as I could remember, and it could not be extinguished.
By Joan Gershman4 years ago in Confessions
