breakups
When it comes to breakups, pain is inevitable, but Humans thinks that suffering is optional.
Five Octobers
October marks five years since leaving my abuser. Five years since finding my value and my worth. Five years since saving my life. Time has worn down the pain and has taught me forgiveness, but the memories are still there. As I celebrate the anniversary of my freedom this month, and as I celebrate the love I've found with my lovely husband, I find myself faced with reminders of the words, of the bruises, of the fear. Most recently, I find myself weighed down with the public discourse around the sexual assault allegations against Brett Kavanaugh.
By Jennifer Joyce7 years ago in Humans
He Didn't Trust Me
I'm not sure if this even counts as a relationship. I mean, who's to tell what even counts and what doesn't anymore, right? To me, it was puppy love and pressure. I never dated before this, I guess I would say, incident. I never knew what to do during these things (dating) and I never knew how to approach and respond to situations.
By Nhikkie Sagum7 years ago in Humans
Halloween x3
It is so difficult to write about certain thing. Like, why can’t people just get in my head and listen to my thoughts without me doing anything? Then again, they might get lost in my head… A lot of crazy shit goes on and sometimes (most of the time) even I can’t decipher it. A fourth of me wants to blame my anxiety/depression/whatever else my psychiatrist diagnosed me with. Another fourth wants to blame myself because, well… it is my fault. The other part doesn’t even want to think about anything really, but that’s nearly impossible and the last part is kind of… well, it's there. Did I do math right? Well, the point is there are a lot of sections that want to do different things. If starting a journal entry is a headache, how the hell am I supposed to explain my life? Let me go down memory lane about three years ago all the way up until today (October 3, 2018).
By Pauleen S.7 years ago in Humans
You Don’t Have to Stick Around
You found him. The man you knew you’d fall in love with, and over time you proved yourself right. In the beginning everything was oh so perfect. He opened door, took you out, bought you flowers and jewelry and little things to make you smile. It was all so perfect for he first few months. You knew this is exactly what you wanted. Until the day came that he showed his true colors.
By Makayla Wise7 years ago in Humans
I’m Allowed to Leave
I’m allowed. You’re allowed to leave a story that makes you unhappy, that doesn’t feel completely right. You’re allowed to walk away when you feel like you have tried everything in your power to make it work. Life is full of people settling for how they think they should feel and not how they want to feel. I don’t want to be like that. I want to feel happy all the time, at least as much as it is possible. I want to laugh, scream, cry, whenever the hell I want. I want to be… whoever I decide that is at the time.
By Erika Renee7 years ago in Humans
An Open Letter to My Ex Best Friend
Dear Stranger, We used to be the best of friends. Always together, and when we weren’t, we were at least always talking to each other. If you weren’t at my house I was at yours. You always made me smile, you always made me laugh, you always gave me something to look forward to. Whenever I was crying you were always there checking up on me. We always stayed up to the ends of the night talking about our lives on the phone. I loved you so much, I loved that you were my best friend. You told me everything, you let me know your problems, you let me know what you were thinking. I was always there for you and vice versa, but everything changed. I always knew friends could break your heart, but I never knew that this was going to happen to us.
By Miranda Hagins7 years ago in Humans
Listening
We were sitting in a hammock just looking at each other and talking about all of the little things that didn’t matter. But he was interested and curious and it felt good to know that someone wanted to know me and wanted to listen. Our phones were put away and it felt like we were completely disconnected from all of our problems in the world. No one has ever just really listened to me before. But when we talked about our childhoods and shared memories that we loved and experiences that we struggled through, I didn’t feel alone. And I began to appreciate him as a person and as a friend who understood me. I learned that the quieter you become, the more you can hear and learn things about people. Listening means respecting someone and caring about them so much that you just want to know every little detail about them. I love the feeling of being listened to. And for once, I loved listening as well.
By Alyssa Beth7 years ago in Humans
The Path Can Be Lonely
Traveling for work, long hours at the gym and being dedicated to the task at hand every day. There isn't always a lot left in the tank for other things. It sounds terrible and it can be for relationships. Throw in some time difference and uncertainty and you have a wonderful recipe for disaster waiting around the corner.
By Steven Altman7 years ago in Humans
