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True Crime: Evil Stepmother
We all grew up reading fairy tales that involve some kind of evil stepmother who abuses children. Usually good, sweet natured, beautiful children. Lately, the evil stepmother has gotten a bit of a reprieve in many types of media and medium, such as books and movies. While I, personally, enjoy seeing the much maligned "evil step-mother" trope finally catch a break, I think we also need to shed some light on actual evil mothers.
By Guenneth Speldrong5 years ago in Confessions
Words
Words... The very thing that can destroy communities can also bring peace to the world. I’ve decided to contribute to the latter. My goal is to create thought provoking or motivating material to help guide or uplift anyone that need some inspiration. I don’t consider myself an expert in anything because my personal beliefs are, we are forever students. We never cease to stop learning while we are here in this life.
By Monet Graham5 years ago in Confessions
Manifesting The Love You Want
I love journaling. I love manifesting. I believe in using your energy to produce the outcomes you desire in life, within reason of course. I decided to share an insert from one of my most recent entries of my personal journal, to possibly help anyone else out there that may not be able to put into words the type of partner they wish to live their life with. I must warn you, this insert is an mantra. Meaning, the more you repeat thinking, speaking, writing, or breathing in this mantra the more your energy is actually being programmed to focus on only the traits you aspire to have in a life partner.
By Monet Graham5 years ago in Confessions
I Was a Bedwetter
From an early age until I reached 14 years, I wet the bed. Mama took me to a doctor when I was around seven to see if there was something wrong with me. The doctor ran a lot of tests then came back to say that there was nothing physically or mentally wrong with me. He said, “I think she is sleeping too deeply to feel the urges our bodies give us to get up and go to the bathroom, so she simply releases in the bed.” Mama was disappointed and I was sad. The doctor continued, “I suggest that you limit liquids after eight pm and wake her up in the wee hours and then again in early morning to use the bathroom until her body gets into the rhythm of getting up, then she’ll do it on her own.”
By Merrie Jackson5 years ago in Confessions
The anxiety that hides within
your feet may start to feel heavy but yet your body remains still. You may have your eyes closed yet you start to hear the sound of waves. Easy there your mind is now creating an alternate mind state. Take a deep breath keep your eyes closed. Pay attention to the way your breath feels when you inhale going the your nose ,the expansion of your chest then calmly pay attention to the way your body feels when you breathe out. Slowly feel the air as it fills your stomach.
By Amanda Ramos5 years ago in Confessions
The Positive Side of the Covid-19 Pandemic
For anyone who read the title and thought "sheesh, she must be crazy", don't jump the gun on me and make assumptions. There have been positive things that have come out of this pandemic and being trapped at home, for me at least. I've heard so much negativity towards the pandemic that I would like to shed some light onto the positive side of it.
By Miranda Luck5 years ago in Confessions
When The Friendzone Feels More Like an Enemy Zone
It seems like everyone is familiar with the term ‘friend zone’, but there is no term for the aftermath. No, I’m not talking about the emotional toll on the person who ends up in the friend zone, I’m referring to the person who did the friend-zoning. The person put in this situation is usually a female, and she’s often viewed negatively after explaining that she just wants to be friends. Often, the person who’s been friend-zoned will complain that the ‘zoner’ wasted their time or lead them on, but wasn’t that ‘friend’ also leading them on? After all, they pretended to be someone’s friend for the sole purpose of dating them and now they want nothing more to do with them.
By Jade M.5 years ago in Confessions
Dating While Fat
For most of my life, I was the skinny girl. I had a goal weight, and if I’d punish myself with a diet if I were even a pound above it. Who could blame me? I was a teenager during the 2000s, back when we were taught that being fat was a bad thing. Not just a bad thing, but the worst thing you could be as a woman. Women who dared to be thicker were often seen as unattractive, and if a man wanted to date a ‘fat’ woman he had a fetish or low standards. I wish I could say that things have changed since then, but there are still people who shame women for the way they look.
By Jade M.5 years ago in Confessions
My Week on Seinfeld
I write this memoir because people love Seinfeld. This is my bug’s eye view inside my one week on the show. First. Tragedy struck my life when my very active, much beloved grandmother had a massive stroke. I packed my suitcase and relocated to Laguna Beach to be nearby, when I got a call the same day. I had booked a week on Seinfeld. Something to do with Calvin Klein and Kramer…. I first said no. But my family had me call my agent back. “Are you insane? She (my grandmother) would murder you if she thought you turned down a television show for something as minor as a stroke.” They were right. My grandmother, a Christian Scientist, didn’t believe in illness. To her, none of this is real. It’s true, she would be angry if I didn’t take the offer. And thank God I made the call in time. My week on Seinfeld is one of the highlights in my life — I got away from the crazy people surrounding my grandmother’s stroke and threw myself at the kindness of strangers. I mean Jerry. The star of Seinfeld actually saved my sanity that particular week.
By Blaire Baron5 years ago in Confessions
Army Life
I can genuinely say I joined the Army to run away from home. I can say it was not for money, not for education. I already had those. All these years, I’ve grown nonetheless, though I still don’t have that thick skin. Went through more abuse than I can handle and rape. My anxiety is worse, depression off the roof. I’m more suicidal than I can imagine, even have about four therapists. My NCO Support channels only care about their numbers though, so they told me to wait till I get out to kill myself.
By Leslie Darling Bini5 years ago in Confessions
Befitting Designs
A click of a send button isn’t satisfying to me anymore. I strive to connect with more than just my WIFI. In this time of social isolation where travel has not been possible, it has been my dream to continue to expand my horizons and learn about other cultures while forming authentic friendships with others. Due to the fact I am still at a mere age of 20 years old, this was important to me. I wasn’t sure how it would be possible, since at the time, I could barely experience anything beyond the walls of my house. Pragmatic communication has always been something I have valued and it is disappointing that a majority of text messages I receive are careless. No one seems to bother correcting errors and anything beyond an abbreviation is few and far between. Instant gratification and convenience have engulfed our world's connections and communication with one another. I have always pondered on how different life was for those many years ago who didn't have access to technology. Instant gratification in communicating was non-existent back then. Mindful letters would have to be written and the recipients would have to wait. The waiting time allows for thoughts to race, serving as an excitement period. It is an unfortunate fact that not too many people nowadays have experienced that. Letters are quintessential for human expression. That is when my search for a penpal began.
By Lauren Cassar5 years ago in Confessions
