Bad habits
Please, Let Me Go
Even though the night was still young, I was already incredibly drunk. Trying to drown the anger, fear, and pain radiating inside of me with cheap tequila and wine coolers. Earlier that day, I had felt so hollow, my emotions echoing inside of me. But their echos became louder and louder, instead of fading like normal echoing would. Normal...why had my life been so very abnormal? Why couldn’t I be like a regular person, a person who doesn’t so consistently make horrible and self-deprecating choices over, and over, and OVER again. Maybe I deserved this...that hours ago, my request for a protective order against my recent ex-boyfriend was denied. After all, I was the one who chose to stay with him for so long, through all the abuse, lies, and constantly being taken advantage of.
By Bre Andi4 years ago in Confessions
ME. Hello.
So... How does one live in my situation? What's my situation and what makes it unique from everyone else's? Not much. I mean how many reading this are on Methadone? Or have several medical issues that truly prevent you from working, yet you can't seem to get disability. But you also feel disability is for losers. Because that's what you were programmed to think. It's for lazy people who don't wanna work. That's what I always thought. Oh, how humbled I have been over the last few years. Lemme explain.
By Coolest Bean 4 years ago in Confessions
Perfectly imperfect me
It’s sad that today people would instead use ignorance or that little block button when confronted with the truth. That they would instead take offense to what is being said instead of seeing the reality of the facts laid before them. When did our world become so broken that a man can not admit his true intentions but would rather shrug it off like it doesn’t even exist? It is true what they say, “ignorance is bliss.” Come on people let us make a change because we all know it takes a real man to admit his sins and it takes an even stronger to confess those sins proudly for all to see…. Here I am I am not perfect, and I never claim to be I make mistakes, but I learn from them I am proud of my sins because without them I would be naïve but with them, I am nothing more than human. I proudly admit my wrongs, I have been hurt just as much as I have hurt others. I am not proud of everything I have done to others, but I am proud of the man they have helped me because each sin I have committed has made me strong from the lessons I learned from there consequences and as I stand before you today I would be nothing without them because without the bad the good would not feel satisfying without guilt you cannot understand pain and without that pain and sadness how can we truly know happiness. I am me flawed yet perfect in my own way. I will always stand for what I Believe in because my pain has taught me strength and my tears have shown me strength. I will always proudly and Undoubtably be me no matter what sins of the future come my way
By J.B. Rage4 years ago in Confessions
A Coffee Lover -- Can't Survive without Coffee during the Day.
Are you coffee lover just like I am? I can’t live without coffee. Coffee is just like my energy drink in the morning and throughout the day. The aroma of coffee when waking up is just as wonderful as a cherry blossom perfume. Coffee is very important for us, Americans.
By Vanessa Taveras 4 years ago in Confessions
what it feels like to be a woman with ADHD
Attention-deficit/hyperactivity disorder (ADHD) begins in childhood, which is when a lot of individuals are diagnosed. However, the number of adults being diagnosed with ADHD is growing — in particular women that seemed to slip through the cracks earlier in their lives due to an atypical presentation of the disease.
By Shelby smith 💖 4 years ago in Confessions
On the Edge to Darkness
I feel like losing myself. I feel like falling into this drug that is you. You stay dormant in my head in front of the King of nightmares. You are holding keys to my heart that I fight to have. I opened my life to you only to find more wounds to be dug deeper. This drug feels so familiar. Like a drug that makes you an addict. I don’t know why or how to stop. I took a break and found a way to stop. I even moved on to a different type of drug just to erase you. Still, you emerge as if a lost soul looking for grievances.
By The Kind Quill4 years ago in Confessions
Deprioritizing Email Has Greatly Improved My Work Productivity and Overall Job Satisfaction. Top Story - August 2022.
For as far back as I can remember in my career the first thing I did everyday upon arriving to work was check and respond to email, it was also the last thing I did before I left each day. It was also the thing I did regularly throughout the day each day of each workweek. Checking and responding to emails has always been at the very top or very near the top of my priority list at work. The portion of my work time I spend checking and responding to emails grew each year, and seemed to neatly mirror my own growth within the business where I worked. As my responsibilities grew so did the size of my inbox. I prided myself at keeping my inbox and unread emails at or near zero and always responding promptly to each and every message no matter how unimportant or trivial. In recent years as the flood of emails reached record levels I devised ever more complicated systems of rules for prioritizing, categorizing, organizing, and storing emails into folders and subfolders, groups, and subgroups. I asked colleagues to explain their even more complicated systems so that I might learn from them and mimic their best ideas. It was an ongoing, uphill, seemingly never ending, battle against an enemy whose numbers were never depleted, and in fact mustered more troops to the field each and every day. I was just one man going toe to toe against this ever growing onslaught of emails and I was determined to never give up, never surrender. All of this effort was undertaken with one overarching goal in mind, maximizing the number of emails I could receive and respond to in the shortest possible amount of time, and always in priority order. Typically that meant that priority was assigned based on the senders rank within the particular business within which I worked, with those higher up the chain being prioritized above those below. Special deference would always be given to my direct manager, who's emails (almost) always took priority over anything else from anyone in the organization, including my own direct reports. Failing to respond within hours was shameful, failing to respond in the same day an unmitigated disaster, not responding at all, well, let's just say some things were downright unthinkable.
By Everyday Junglist4 years ago in Confessions
A Little Girl
I am anything but perfect, in fact I'm so far from it that I have made mistakes in my life and have regrets on things I have done and still have trouble keeping those memories and my emotions at bay, when they decide to intrude on my mind, it's hard not say sorry, soo many times to myself for even letting it get so far. For letting myself show more then what I intended and keep asking myself "Why did I do that?" "How could I have done that." I ask myself, because it was never like me to get so angry or so upset over the tiniest of things, but somehow I did. And it is why I am the way I am.
By AzteckPrincess264 years ago in Confessions
Crossed the Line
There’s certain lines you don’t cross, and when you do there’s no turning back. So you think before you speak and before you act. Out of respect for the other individual, there’s certain things you don’t say and certain things you don’t do. Disrespect and disobedience can only be tolerated for so long. One must not have a no holds barred approach to it. There are restrictions that apply. Certain things are off limits. There’s cetain boundaries you don’t cross. Stay in pocket and know your role. Play your position, and let it remain as such. Guess what I’m talking about.
By BigSteff SA4 years ago in Confessions
