Humanity
Word of the Day:顕著
I never thought I would do this but, I ended up buying a bunch of ramen to last me this month. I went a little fancier because I decided to get like the protein cups, which has 16g of protein and less sodium, but I figured that could at least last me to the end of the month, and by then I'll get paid again and can use cash to buy some food until the next installment of food stamps.
By Kayla McIntosha day ago in Confessions
Hope on the Buffalo
As spring blooms I gaze at the clear waters of the Buffalo River and think about how beautiful it is. However, I find myself struggling to actually enjoy the beauty knowing all the horrible things going on around me in the world. I then think back to a conversation with a professor I had a while ago.
By Chris Cernaa day ago in Confessions
‘It caught up with me’: In midst of recent online drama, Doja Cat makes vulnerable admission about borderline personality disorder
Doja Cat’s borderline personality disorder (BPD) is yet another example of a celebrity having a mental disease. She seems to have it under control as she rants about Chappell Roan, though. She has come a mighty long way from “Moo” to now. A global superstar, Doja is handling her disorder with grace.
By Skyler Saundersa day ago in Confessions
I Tried Camming for a Week… and I Wasn’t Prepared for What Actually Happened
The first thing that surprised me about camming wasn’t the nudity. It wasn’t the money either. It was how quickly a room full of complete strangers started to feel like a conversation.
By No One’s Daughter2 days ago in Confessions
The Weight of Silence: How I Carried My Sister's Secret for Twenty Years
The human heart is a vault of secrets, and mine has been locked tight since the summer of 1998 when my sister Rebecca climbed through my bedroom window at three in the morning with blood on her hands and terror in her eyes, begging me to help her without asking questions, and in that moment I made a choice that would define the next two decades of my life, transforming me from an innocent seventeen-year-old into a keeper of devastating truths that would corrode my soul slowly, methodically, like acid eating through metal. Rebecca was twenty-one then, beautiful and wild in the way that our small town both celebrated and condemned, the kind of girl who could light up a room with her laughter one moment and disappear into darkness the next, struggling with demons that our conservative family refused to acknowledge, much less address, because in our world, mental health issues were character flaws to be prayed away rather than medical conditions requiring treatment and compassion.
By The Curious Writer2 days ago in Confessions
maybe we get married one day, but who knows?
Sometimes I think about you the way I think about distant cities I’ve never been to. The way I think about Birmingham, or London, or Switzerland — places that exist somewhere far away in the world yet somehow live quietly inside my imagination. Places I’ve never walked through, never breathed the air of, never watched the sunset over. And still, they carry a strange pull inside me. A kind of longing that feels both foolish and inevitable, like a quiet ache you can’t quite explain.
By imtiazalam3 days ago in Confessions
