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COVID-19 is the nail in the coffin for the anti-vaccine movement
I’m an anti-anti-vaxxer, and I’m proud of it. My 9-year-old daughter is fully vaccinated. I never had any concerns that vaccines would “give” her autism. Why? Well, as anti-vax moms like to brag, I did my research. Starting from her birth in 2011, she got her shots on schedule, as recommended by experts. (I chose to ignore self-styled experts on the Internet who watch too many YouTube videos.)
By Ashley Herzog5 years ago in Confessions
Being with you and thinking about him
Leading a double life is not the fantasy that is shown in movies or love novels, it's hard work and very exhausting. I had always been curious what it would be like to have my partner and another man on the side... now that I've experienced it, I would never do it again. I've lost more than I bargained for, and more than I initially wanted to. I will start from the beginning, but it's a long story and I don't know if there are details I should disclose. For the integrity of the ones involved, I will be using fictional names, but the events in this confession are real.
By Carla SofiiLove Garcia 5 years ago in Confessions
Minimalism
Imma tell you right now; this tale wont be fancy, it wont be cute. Its full of angst and anxiety. I moved in with my boyfriend, oh excuse me "partner" is that better? A year and half ago. When my daughter and I moved in we had a car full of stuff and that is it. Partly due to extreme circumstances but mostly because I am ok not having a lot of stuff. Good thing since my...ahem...partner is the opposite.
By Candace Gomez5 years ago in Confessions
That Time I Saw Something I Could Not Explain
When I was young, we lived near a highway life was hustling and bustling. I saw a bus wreck, hit-and-run, several trucks overturned and was awakened in the middle of the night countless times to broken down drivers needing to use the phone to get help all of this at the ripe old age of Six.
By Jeff Johnson5 years ago in Confessions
Why I Meditate Inside Coffins - Charly Boy
My brother surprised me yesterday when he told me "Do you know Charly Boy sleeps inside coffins?" I told him that could not be true so he told me to look it up and lo and behold, there was a picture of Charly Boy lying down inside a coffin.
By Jide Okonjo5 years ago in Confessions
My Weird Obsession
Certain numbers, lipsticks, food, video games, Netflix, either this or that, we all have our bizarre habits, random hobbies and crazy obsessions. Many would deny it. Some keep it secret out of embarrassment. Some feel comfortable to share it with others. I don’t know what and all I’m obsessed with, but I have one crazy unexplainable obsession right from my childhood till this day. I will share what it is and how I’m dealing with it.
By Anitha Sankaran5 years ago in Confessions
Used to
I used to think I needed you. I used to think I loved you- I used to. I used to cry alone, wondering what I did wrong; why you didn’t love me. Enough or at all, just why? I used to wonder what I could do to make you see the greatness I had inside. I used to feel like I wasn’t good enough. I used to feel like I was your biggest mistake; a regret. I used to think I wasn’t good enough; like I couldn’t measure up to those before me. I wanted to be different, I was, but I wasn’t. I wanted to make you laugh and smile like no other, again. I used to. I wanted to change your view about the world, through our eyes. I used to think it could be us against the world. I used to think the fairy tale in my head would one day come true before it was too late. I used to lie awake at night and cry myself to sleep (if I slept). I used to make my self sick from countless times of counting my mistakes. All the times I replayed the things we’ve said that hurt; I thought less of myself because of my mistakes. I used to want to look at you and feel proud for baring your mark on me. I used to try and convince myself I wasn’t tired of chasing something that probably wasn’t meant to be. I used to measure my worth by how much I resembled others who were highly regarded in your eyes. I used to shape my life around how you made me feel. I used to wait for signals to bring me closer to your heart. I used to hate myself because I felt like I wasn’t good enough- not to hurt you. I knew I wasn’t perfect, but some people were deemed as such, but they weren’t there anymore. I used to want to give you the world and be one of your favorite people. I used to want to know everything about you that makes you smile, cry, love harder, mad, and everything else. I used to want so much more than what I had been given. I used to want more than you were willing to give or needed to share. I used to want a lot. I thought I needed those things; I really did. Now I know that I’m used to being used to a thought. But now... I choose to find me. And that’s someone I have to restore from the ground up and get used to loving unconditionally. I used to want to hold your hand all day and night. I used to want to have you all to myself. I used to crave your body, mind and presence. I used to allow us to drain everything. I used to allow myself to drain and depend on you. I used to think I could make you happy- even though I wasn’t built for the task. I can’t make you happy and I did a pretty good job tearing you down because of it, destroying what i could not appreciate. A lack of understanding- I used to think it was just bad luck. I used to think of so much.. but still not enough. I used to regret knowing you regret knowing me, the hurt, the IDK. I know you need distance and I need mine too. I’m not used to it though.. so much to say and nothing really matters. I used to think it would somehow fall into place.........
By Curteeona Brelove5 years ago in Confessions
You
You taught me how to understand that some people just don’t know how to love and it’s a luxury so essential, remaining on the most expensive lists of all time. Some know how to show it, but don’t know how it really feels. How it really feels to take it in and love to be loved, as if it’s the softest blanket you’ve ever wrapped yourself into. Again I will mention, that chocolate Skin and all my god what a beautiful site it was. There will only be one you and right now, Im learning we have to let go of the things we love the most to grow. Two people emerging from growing pains, in a garden of hope, trimmed off many pieces of sheer, promising pieces of a tense wild flower. Petals falling to their death. oh my sugar, honey, I’m sorry; I’m here, pleading for acknowledgment of life around you, whilst the counterparts of dark brown callouses scratch your tender heart. as one would scorn in wonder, look on in admiration, the tenderness those fallen petals long for, establishes a bond two seamstresses couldn’t see into a matching seam. the care extended to those of lost hope to nurture us back to health is a beautiful sight when the shake back is inaccurate and praised. impeccably unrecognizable, you don’t say. The saddest of the hearts comes about as the spade forbids the diamond from sharing its heart with the joker; being the only ray of sunshine to free the joker of his mischievous dwellings. To ones owed the benefit of the doubt, come naturally to overlook their worthiness-bestowing complete happiness upon you. Your grace has been stolen you. From the very ones we put on the highest pedestals, they continue to take. Under-looked because of misfortune, led by a masquerade of the mind: giving more power to those who hurt you indefinitely, making no sense of the good given to you. Seeing it as your fault, claiming to have seen it all, when in fact, you’ve had it all- in one place. We become so dreaded with pain, we admire the false casting of acclaimed love to ponder our shortcomings into a forest of shadows. Those who care only about the pleasures of physical bonds, create the boundaries and bondage that forces the hand of the lonesome heart to digress from the love they deserve. The outside looking in; A change of heart, so timid to love as no real
By Curteeona Brelove5 years ago in Confessions
I am me
Growing up is hard to do when you're from the south and the only color you are allowed to be is black. Everyone in Mississippi is your cousin or your cousin’s friend which makes them your cousin by default.I went to a Baptist church where my uncle was the preacher and my entire family made up the congregation with those big Sunday hats, Obama hand fans and judgemental side eyes because auntie Sheila knows she wore that dress last week.
By Dominique Brewer5 years ago in Confessions
