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Hidden Strongholds My Way to The Ladder of Success During the Pandemic I Thrive I enter in to navigating success if we could replace "hello" with "God Bless You"; as a greeting for people it would merely a modest word. Righteousness. I thought it
By Brenda Scott4 years ago in Confessions
Confessions of Love
I stood in my bathroom, leaning against the counter, as I quietly gasped for breath. This was happening, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. The future was planned. And yet, instead of what should have been a joyous moment, my heart’s shattering into tiny pieces. The weight of my sorrow on the precipice of swallowing me whole.
By Naati Gyal4 years ago in Confessions
Why I Use Voice Changing App When Making Calls On My Phone - Tacha
Big Brother Naija housemate turned influencer and political activist, Tacha, is by far one of the most influential voices today. Since leaving the show, Tacha has gone through an almost total re-brand and is today positioning herself as a voice for the youth and using her platform to spread awareness about voter registration.
By Jide Okonjo4 years ago in Confessions
The Voices
You hear them all the time but you ignore them all but one. You battle them while showing every one of the victors. You keep one by your side to keep you in check but are not sure who is real. Consumed by regret and recycled by emotions, they come in with reinforcements. You come to understand what you want and what you need but despite all the lectures, the positivity, and the encouragement, you still want to go to where that moment made you feel complete. That moment where you believed to be free from everything. That moment when you felt happy and you felt love.
By The Kind Quill4 years ago in Confessions
Forgotten Man
If you want to know what I do read T...E...H....It’s a nonfiction book detailing somewhat, how the US operates in foreign countries. The offers made, the deals struck and what happens when a leader refuses to play ball. I operate in a similar fashion but the company I work for is completely unknown and I am invisible.
By David Parham4 years ago in Confessions
Think I had gotten Catfished Almost 20 years ago.
Many may have checked out dating sites to see how things work there. When you are single you want to meet someone. Some people say they work. Well I know firsthand you have to be very careful, men and women get used by creeps every day. Lose money, lose family over the things they do for this creep. I saw an episode of Dr. Phil one time a lady sent so much money and she still thought it was love. It did not matter what people told her. I think she was still unsure after the show found this guy to be a fraud.
By Kerrie G.Diaz4 years ago in Confessions
The Last Train
The Last Train I wasn’t a depressive. I was a “wounded optimist.” Once, I even found the emotional strength to join a few dating apps and dream about a long, romantic vacation in Europe. But alas, disappointment would eventually knock on my door, and I would answer. I was sick and tired of the random visits, but it always came with wine… so I let it in.
By Maria Rose 4 years ago in Confessions
A Stick of Gum
It all started because of a stick of gum. Something so small, so simple, and my life was forever changed. My older sister had been working for a temp agency for a few years and they had been struggling to find workers. I was in my senior year of high school and wanted to start saving money for when I was away at college in the fall. She heard about a 3rd shift opening with a factory. The schedule was determined by the employee. All we had to do was call them at the beginning of the week and tell them when we could work. It was a dream job. Little did I know, it would slowly turn into a nightmare.
By Lenny Jacobs4 years ago in Confessions
But you’re so pretty!!
I’ve always been a “pretty girl” to people. Some even say beautiful. My energy can be radiant, and I’m always mindful of how I make people feel. I’ve l learned to be this way, mostly by experience. Growing up I was extremely sensitive. My family would yell at me and tell me to stop feeling sorry for myself. I hated that feeling because I knew that when I was sad, it was different for me. I’d feel it in my whole body. In my bones and muscles. Once I became an adult and went through some more traumatic experiences, I learned that mental health was the underlying issue for me. Most people will look at me and assume I have it all together. I’m not always talkative so it comes off rude. Now what almost anyone around me doesn’t know is I suffer from depression, anxiety and panic disorder. So when I’m quietly biting my nails or shaking my leg, I’m trying to contain the feeling of everything in the moment. I do not have the ability to maintain friendships or relationships. I’m not rude I’m afraid!! I am not just deciding to not engage. My anxiety just pauses me. I have come across some people in my life who have not made that any easier. I feel pain differently than the people who have been around me. Because of this, and the overwhelming desire for someone to love me willingly I have become a doormat. I have accepted abuse physically, mentally and emotionally. And I fought and worked to keep those people, because in my mind, if I could convince them I was enough then I would win. Little did I know how much I was losing. Every time I allowed someone to mistreat me, I lost a little bit of myself and my mind. And when I do walk away , finally, I still will be the one taking it so hard. Mostly because, I know it’s not good for me but going back to that lonely feeling, scares me more than tolerating the abuse. Those feelings are normal to me. I grew up with them. But being lonely is my biggest fear and my greatest reality. And boy, do those panic attacks know exactly when to hit you. I know most times my reactions are not normal, and no matter how much I try to tell myself that, I never win. I still go through the painful, miserable moments. So, see when I meet people who want to be in my life, I have to tell them the ugly truth, because I no longer have anything left for someone to take. And even when you’re honest, you still have to be careful. Because some people will literally enter your life to trigger you. And these are mostly people with mental health issues that they refuse to address. So they manipulate and project all their insecurities onto someone they feel is weaker than they are. I’m a mom of three (one special needs) and half the time I barely have the energy for them. Especially when something that my brain registers as traumatic, happens. People say they support you when you explain these things to them. But when the times comes you’re left to deal with it by yourself. That can add to already overwhelming feeling of loneliness. I put the energy I have into caring for my children, and once the day is over there is nothing for me. I’m drained. So how do you take care of yourself and not be selfish to your kids? Right now I can’t figure it out. What people see as a pretty girl who can have her way, I see myself as someone incapable of being loved. Pretty can’t help me here.
By Chantel Rivers 4 years ago in Confessions
