Stream of Consciousness
Living in a "Death Space"
I choose to live my life in what I call a “death space.” As a death doula, I talk about death-a lot. That makes some people pause. I’m often aware that this moment, this conversation, this cup of coffee could be the last time I see YOU, whoever that “you” is in that moment. Almost daily, I wonder silently to myself, who in my life will be next. I don’t dwell here, and I don't obsess over it. Most of the time it’s a fleeting thought that leaves as quickly as it comes, but it’s there and makes its presence known. That presence makes me live with open eyes. I know that all things that have life will one day no longer exist. That doesn’t make me sad. Most of the time, it softens me and it changes how I move through the world by slowing down.
By Crystal Potter9 days ago in Humans
The Realisation
Sometimes you just realise things from a distance even if you don’t want to … And I came to this realisation : You never wanted me to- I don’t think that you even liked me for real … you just liked the attention and how I made you feel - and yes there was some kind of an connection but only because on text message - which was honest but now I know a bit to harsh you decided to cut me completely out of your life .. at first I was crying when I realised you blocked me because I didn’t meant it in a petty way but just honest about or situation - not because I was petty ..
By _ lilinana10 days ago in Humans
Reckoning
An interesting thing happened to me the other day, I recalled a memory and a time which I believe I’ve been subconsciously trying to block out of my mind, and the truth of the matter is, I’ve been successful in doing so not because I’ve been unwilling to retell how I lived my life through those times, but because many people have an almost unsworn guarded secrecy to open it up in conversation and talk about what transpired for them during this period, I’m talking about COVID.
By Malachai Hough10 days ago in Humans
What Rage Feels Like
"Majority Fools" What's good for the goose Is good for the gander Wrap my neck in a noose From all that damn slander What is good for one Is not good for all Different lives are spun Before we even start to crawl I can talk and talk Until I'm blue in the face But your guidelines are chalk That you refuse to erase Singular in mind Solitary in view Keep on being confined By everything you thought you knew A line in the sand So easy to cross But your high demands Mean endless lives are lost But we have this system That's confounding to me It leaves so many victims So much for "land of the free" But this is what happens When you go by majority rules Peoples lives are blackened Because the majority are fools
By Hannah Alexander11 days ago in Humans
What is vigil planning?
As a Death Doula I talk about vigil plans often, so what are they? Let’s talk. A vigil plan is simply your wishes for what the space around you feels like when you’re dying. They can be as simple or detailed as you want. They can (and should) change over time as you grow, learn and evolve. They can-and most definitely should-be talked about, not just with loved ones but with everyone. Hell, I talk about mine with strangers at the grocery store.
By Crystal Potter11 days ago in Humans
Speaking to Time Instead of the Room
Much of modern communication is oriented toward immediacy. Writing is framed as something meant to be consumed quickly, reacted to instantly, and replaced just as fast by whatever comes next. Under this model, the value of a piece is measured almost entirely by its initial reception. If it does not land immediately, it is treated as a failure. This assumption narrows the purpose of writing and misunderstands how meaning actually travels through time.
By Peter Thwing - Host of the FST Podcast11 days ago in Humans
I’m Afraid I Won’t Recognize Myself If I Change. AI-Generated.
A transmission recovered from a version of me I haven’t met yet The first message from my future self arrives without warning. No timestamp. No return address. Just a sentence that keeps replaying in my head like corrupted audio.
By Mind Leaks12 days ago in Humans
I Don’t Know If I’ve Outgrown Ambition or Just Lost My Nerve. AI-Generated.
I’ve told myself I’m less ambitious now, and for a while that explanation worked. It sounded mature. Grounded. Like growth. I framed it as knowing what matters, as not chasing things just to prove something. People nodded when I said it. That helped.
By Mind Leaks12 days ago in Humans
(from my dream imagination)
My work blends experience, dreams, intuition, memory, and imagination. These stories, reflections, and creative pieces come from my personal point of view and artistic lens. They may read as truth, metaphor, fairy tale, or grounded reality sometimes all at once. Any depictions of adult themes, including alcohol or cannabis use, appear only as part of character experience and storytelling. Nothing here is intended as instruction, advice, or recommendation. This is my voice, my vision, and my way of seeing the world.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 13 days ago in Humans
