Bad habits
Journey Down the Rabbit Hole
I have the urge to write almost every day. I don’t exactly want to keep a diary, and I don’t think every observation I make is brilliant (or even most of them). So, I was at a quandary. What should my topic be? I love food and do write about that, but I am not a food journalist just an enthusiast. I kept pondering and it clicked. I realized that my life is driven by a series of mini obsessions. I am never happier than when I am zooming down a rabbit hole searching for something. On these days, Google is my best friend. So, I thought I would start a series of articles on what I am obsessed about for the moment. Let’s see how far it takes us.
By Nicole McClain4 years ago in Confessions
Do you know that your actions have consequences?
Will I always be a liar? Why am I so fake? Do I manipulate the situations I find myself in? Can i answer a simple and straight forward question truthfully without the thought of a lying instead crossing my mind?
By Laura Modica4 years ago in Confessions
Part 2:
I was 20 years old, reeling from the trauma of the weeks before. I lost my grip on 'reasonable' usage of the meth, I know that at first it was because I wanted to forget. I have a hard time recalling the exact moment I went of the deep end into a pit of darkness, I do however remember we have to go backwards to move forwards.
By Erin Switzer4 years ago in Confessions
What good habits have you developed because you are poor?
In my first job after graduation, I had a canteen. On my first day on the job, I went downstairs to have dinner with my colleagues and listened to them introduce me which window had delicious covered rice and which window had ramen noodles.
By Uefa Calvin4 years ago in Confessions
Finding my out of the dark...
My life wasn't always such a mess. I grew up in a nice neighborhood, nice town on the upper class side of things. My parents loved me and did their best. It all went wrong when I was 17 and met my first husband. He was older then me, 28 to my 17. He was handsome and had a way of saying just the right thing, all the girls working at the local pizza place had crushes on him... in hindsight I wish I had let one of the others have him. I don't actually mean that though, without him my oldest, my princess would not ever have been born.
By Erin Switzer4 years ago in Confessions
Sentinel
Sometimes I am the watcher and sometimes I am the watched. You stand stone cold, quietly keeping score of some chess game started long ago. The rules have changed as time moved on. In the beginning, only large transgressions brought down your wrath. What you deemed dishonest, disloyal, disingenuous. Sometimes unaware of my misdeeds, I walked willingly into the minefield. My disbelief as the angry barrage of word bombs exploded around me fed your flames. Your passion almost consumed me and the heights you took me to were unmatched by anyone before you.
By Donna Bonter4 years ago in Confessions
When Violence Brings Consequence.
A Common Story It's not often a new story. You arrive at a new school, and at some point you become the target of verbal ridicule, social exclusion, or sometimes the physical prodding of a bully. This is commonplace, and almost universal in every environment. Whether or not you become an adult, everybody has to deal with a bully in their lives, or an individual who wants to belittle you for their own feeling of satisfaction and to remove their insecurities.
By Salvatore Pulvirenti4 years ago in Confessions
How To Heal Depression?
I always get the question how do you heal depression? There is a simple answer, you can't! Depression is not something that can be healed, instead of focusing on healing depression you should be focusing on how to not allow depression control your life .
By Briona Monet 4 years ago in Confessions
