Humanity
Life as an Empath: Finding the "Right Thing" to Say
Being at a loss for words is not something that happens often to me. I'm a writer, I think fast on my feet and quite frankly, I'm a chatterbox. But for some reason, when it comes to choosing words of comfort, I very often freeze, more so in person. For someone as empathetic as I am, it generally surprises people when it happens since I'm usually a walking, talking lump of caring things to say. But when things are really, really severe? Nope, I struggle...hard.
By Call Me Les4 years ago in Confessions
When I Stopped Working, I Realized I Was Never Free
Freedom. A word that is so powerful. A word of thousand meanings. To some, it means to have the “right ”to do and say what you want whenever you like it. To others, it means the ability to act and speak freely or to go where you wish. Since March 2020, nearly every person on our planet has had their life shaken by the pandemic in some way or another.
By Oberon Von Phillipsdorf4 years ago in Confessions
Uber Eats Drivers Keep Stealing My Food
When I lived in Europe I didn’t use services as Uber Eats often, especially since I love to dine out. When I moved to the UK I’ve realized how big Uber Eats is here — people in the UK love takeaway: pizzas, burgers, Chinese…
By Oberon Von Phillipsdorf4 years ago in Confessions
Why Are Boys Forced to Toughen Up?
What is this? Why do boys need to man up and be tough? Nobody likes a sensitive male? Not manly enough? This is what’s wrong with much of our society; man after man has been told that boys don’t cry and to man up. We have angry men. We have testosterone-filled men that are scared and sad and they aren’t given permission to feel either of those things.
By Melissa Steussy4 years ago in Confessions
Trauma Healing
I just watched “The Vow” for the second time though I have absolutely no memory of the first time I know it was the second time. It was kind of like the first time again. And I can’t believe how much I understand. Every brain injury truly is different. And while I wish mine was due to anything else, but domestic violence, I’m just grateful that I’m still here to talk about it. And maybe I won’t be one day, and that’s okay. I’m just tired of being strong today. I need to release this. In this moment, I feel like I have no clue who I am or why I’m here. I know that I use to know. And I used to be so sure and so crazy about my life purpose and mission. Now I just feel perpetually present. And while many would say that’s a good thing and how we’re supposed to be, I just feel small. I constantly feel like an outsider on my own life. Like I’m the one living my life, with myself, by myself, with something and someone divine, watching and waiting for me to do or ask the next thing about me. Like one day I just stopped recording and pressed the playback button, now I’m here. I feel like I go through this over and over again, forgetting that I even have forgotten memories. To be replaced by more pain and hurt and betrayal. Wanting so badly for it to be a dream or a joke. It’s not. I want to get to know myself so I isolate myself, something everyone dislikes me for. They’re all gone now. I just keep going to see what I like, and what I don’t like, and how I respond and even how I react. I’m just studying myself sometimes liking what I find out and other times being disgusted. I don’t expect perfection, and I don’t expect to understand. I feel that I care very deeply for myself. Is it love? I’d like to think so. I just wonder what happened to my compassion. My empathy is different. It’s like I’m more sensitive, but more guarded at the exact same time. Having a human experience, with other humans who have behavior I just don’t comprehend. I have new desires that feel old. I have old goals that feel new. I have clarity where I know I didn’t have it before, but I can’t pinpoint the reason I needed it. This existence is so confusing and it all makes sense. There’s no need for validation or criticism. Did I deserve what happened to me? No. Did I do this to myself? No. Am I totally responsible? Yes. At what point do I stop holding myself accountable to the version of me that used to exist, when all I want to do is go forward in the existence I am now? The only advice I’ve gotten that always applies, is to just keep living. I’m never going to have all the answers. And that’s okay. I just wonder how I existed for so long not feeling much of anything, but being so knowledgeable in so much that was outside of my control. And now, I feel everything, having no control over it, going day by day learning to manage only what’s in my control. Learning to be like water as some say. I don’t know if there’s other people who feel this way. Or if there’s anyone else who understands. I’m just sure about one thing, and that’s the fact that healing is messy. It’s not cute. Its not black and white. It’s not something to gloat about. It’s an arduous, delicate, painful, and beautiful process. A journey. It’s a full time job, that I can only clock out from when God says I can go home. My only hope is that in my final review, someone says well done.
By Chelsie Monet4 years ago in Confessions
Its Not Some Feminist Crap Like "I Don't Need A Man." I JUST DON'T WANT ONE.
Okay so first of, the title isn't meant to offend anyone. I genuinely respect feminism and believe the movement is responsible for a lot of positive changes that society have been through in the last few decades.
By Nazneen Dubash4 years ago in Confessions
