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Dear Disrespectful Racist. Content Warning.
Dear Narcissistic POS, It all started when you came out of training at a job. I had offered a hand to help set up your desk, so you didn’t have to get onto the floor. I did it for all the older people who were in your training class. I’m not sure how we became friends by only having small talk back and forth when I was helping around the call center when there weren't enough supervisors.
By Hope Martinabout a year ago in Confessions
The Struggles Behind Success: A Heartfelt Truth
The Struggles Behind Success: A Heartfelt Truth People are often drawn to the glamour of success. They admire the wealth you’ve accumulated, the recognition you’ve earned, and the prestige you now command. However, very few care to see the struggles, sacrifices, and relentless efforts that paved the way to your success.
By Dipak Pawarabout a year ago in Confessions
When The Devil Comes To Collect Your Debt. Content Warning.
I have written articles about recognizing abusive situations. I have talked in various articles about my past relationships while I was a traumatized, co-dependent, trauma-bonded youngling. I haven't in a while, because sometimes when your abuser lives nearby it sometimes creates a fear that keeps you from talking and sharing your full story. Especially when your abuser has a pretty well-off family who could and WOULD hurt you in various ways if they truly wanted to.
By Hope Martinabout a year ago in Confessions
The Villain Can Have Me
Considering how popular dark romance has been lately, or well how loudly popular dark romance has been lately, preferring the villain isn't new. I'm no different, I'll always love a "good" villain. I recently had one of my best friends look at me while we were rewatching The Walking Dead and ask me "Did you like Negan from the beginning or further into his character arc?" I grinned at her, taking my eyes off Rick, shuffling up to the "Don't Open, Dead Inside" door. "Oh! I liked him from the beginning!"
By Jacqueline Skyeabout a year ago in Confessions
Evil Eye is Not Real - How to Train Your Mind for Abundance
Recently, there have been so many social media outrages and debates revolving around the concept of the Evil eye and whether it is real or not, and how other people’s negative energy or wishing bad upon us can lead to our downfall. While there are a lot of contrasting opinions about this concept, there is no research or scientific study that can prove whether this is real or not. I firmly believe the notion of the evil eye is rooted in superstitious and cultural beliefs that people who are envious of your growth or the light that you behold wish bad upon you or send curses your way which ultimately leads to ill health or losing the abundance that is present in your life.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Confessions
How to Shift Your Mindset and Stop Fear of the Evil Eye
Recently, there has been much banter and controversy on social networks over this concept called Evil Eye, as if this thing exists and that some people's bad vibes or bad wishes have so much to do with our lives. Without much empirical research or scientific evidence being put forward on its basis, opinions widely vary on this aspect of life. I believe that the concept of the evil eye is based on cultural and superstitious thinking, that is, those who feel envious of your success or inner light may wish you harm or cast curses, which can eventually bring about misfortune or a decline in the blessings already in your life.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Confessions
A Rainy Day
It was a gray and rainy day in the city, with the sound of water tapping against the windows. The atmosphere was filled with a mix of melancholy and warmth, perfect for staying indoors. Sofia, wrapped in a soft sweater, settled onto her couch with a book. However, her mind wandered, thinking about Lucas, her neighbor next door.
By Nicole Nievesabout a year ago in Confessions
The Silent Thief: A Reflection on Time
The Silent Thief: A Reflection on Time Time is the one thing we all have, yet none of us truly own. It is constant, unyielding, and indifferent to our hopes and fears. We measure our lives in seconds, minutes, hours—milestones that mark our existence—but in reality, time flows beyond our control. And while we chase it, beg for it, or wish it away, it always slips through our fingers, a silent thief we cannot outrun.
By Melanieabout a year ago in Confessions
When the Night Falls
When the Night Falls When the night falls, the world grows quiet, but the heart grows louder. The absence of sunlight strips away distractions, leaving nothing but the raw essence of who we are. Perhaps that’s why the night feels heavier than the day; it’s not the darkness we fear but the truths we can no longer ignore.
By Melanieabout a year ago in Confessions
To the Girl Who Saved Us
Dear 20-Year-Old Me, I can hardly put into words how much I need to thank you right now. I’ve been sitting here thinking about all that you went through, all that you endured, and I’m honestly in awe of your strength. You were 20, scared, and overwhelmed, and yet you made the decision to leave an abusive marriage. I can’t imagine how hard that was—how many times you second-guessed yourself, how many times you thought you couldn’t do it. But you did. You made it out. And I don’t think I’d be here, at 34 years old, living the life I am now, if you hadn’t done that.
By Maria Rose about a year ago in Confessions
