family
Family unites us; but it's also a challenge. All about fighting to stay together, and loving every moment of it.
Coping with Toxic People; Friends, Lovers, and Even Family
Our mother and father were at one point our sole caregivers. Our self worth/significance was based upon how well nurtured we were. Neglect and abuse have a direct effect on the brain. If you came from an abusive household you will more than likely search for that. Chaos is all you know.
By Deviant Devour7 years ago in Humans
Fishman Chapter Six
Kathleen left everything to Ruth when she died. She had already given me all her video games before she became poorly. It’s been years since I stood in front of this house. I can feel an eerie breeze down my neck as flock of leaves blow by my chest.
By Chloe Gilholy7 years ago in Humans
Why I Moved To India
No matter where you are in the world people often will ask you where you live, it’s often a difficult question to answer. As the child of an expat it’s question that I honestly try to avoid, just simply because its hard to explain that I’m an Australian who up until I started university lived in India.
By Harie Calder7 years ago in Humans
Them
Deteriorating mental state. Mental instability. Mentally incapable. Travis wished he was any of the above, so he could have at least something to blame for his downward spiral of a life instead of his social inability and the horrible horrible knots in his stomach every time he heard only his own voice in a room of heartbeats. He tried to count the people before him, tried to watch their mouths, tried to listen to the words coming out, and tried to still the sweat from profusely coating his palms.
By Hadrian Welsh7 years ago in Humans
Much to Do About Nothing
There aren't many times in my life where I've felt inexplicably numb. In fact, I've always had a plan if I were ever in trouble, but this time I was coming up blank. Torn shirt, smudged lipstick, broken stiletto. Frazzled hair. Middle of nowhere. Everything is blurry; I can't see anything since I lost my glasses.
By Kathryn Cobb7 years ago in Humans
Secrets
It was an unusually warm Saturday morning for it to be February, but I was still excited to take the bus ride to my sister's house to see my nephew Carter. He was only two weeks old, but I had plans of spoiling him as much as I could possibly get away with. My sister Cassandra was a new mother and she was nervous about every little thing concerning the baby, so I thought I'd lend a hand and do whatever I could to help her out. Our mother had yet to see her grandson because she was still angry about my sister getting pregnant so soon after graduating from high school. I thought that my mom's anger would subside once Carter was born, but she was adamant about not supporting my sister in anyway since she had no immediate plans of attending college. The fact that Carter's father never kept steady employment only added fuel to the already volatile relationship my mom and sister had. My mom also suspected that Cassandra was being physically abused, but she had no solid proof of her suspicions. I knew though. I knew a lot of things about my sister and her boyfriend Frankie that I never spoke to my mom about.
By Valerie Middleton7 years ago in Humans
Bed
It's Wednesday in cloudy Washington, IL. The rains drops are spaced out just enough to make me wonder if it's over. I'm lying in my bed and have been since 8 AM. Am I sick? No. Am I catching up on sleep? No. In fact, my three year old is in the living room watching Moana and eating food. He doesn't know what I know. He has never seen or felt what I have. I can't bring myself to perk up. I don't want to look at food, dishes, the shower or the four loads of laundry I have left on the couch so that Edwin has to sit on the floor to watch a movie. I'm in my room instead, writing this. Because you see, this is my first attempt to get a grip on my life and improve. I'm told to write out my feelings so that I can take a look at what I feel and what I know is happening right now. I'm grateful for what we have. My husband is working hard for us. He is in school as I type, studying, and then after a nine to five day he will rush 40 minutes home to see us, eat and leave for work until 10 PM. He does this four nights a week. The rest are filled with concerts, ballet, lessons and church. Those are not why I am feeling this way. It's not the business of life keeping me down. It's not the lack of quality time with my spouse, the lack of free will to drive to the library since we are a one car family, the lack of means to shop on amazon until a better job comes. It is the silence I feel when I reach out to someone.
By Brittany Servis-Davis7 years ago in Humans
Family
Many people would say that you have to be blood related to be family, but they are wrong. Your friends and the people you care about are your family. We grow up with a difficult childhood in which we think we are alone and that we don't have a family, but we do. Just look around you, look at your friends, and you will see the truth. They are your family. Family means a group of people who love and care about you, it doesn't mean they need to be blood related to you. Your significant other, your friends, or your pets are your family.
By Sammy Armstrong7 years ago in Humans
