Stream of Consciousness

Title: The Choice of Weapons: A Battle of Hearts
Story: In the heart of every conflict lies a choice—a choice of weapons. These weapons are not forged of steel or iron but are born from within. Words and actions, compassion and cruelty, love and indifference; these are the true tools of our battles, and they shape the outcomes of our lives.
By Fannick😇2 years ago in Confessions
Confession Of A Bitter Boy
What a sad state of affair... Pretty much all I remember of my mother, are these unending moments before bed, as I laid quietly, expectedly, tucked in. She would sing softly her songs, each word imprinting on me in the complete darkness, her voice, the only thing existing, magic yes.
By YonathanJ2 years ago in Confessions
A Soldier's Keepsake
In a small town tucked away in the Midwest, old men gathered at a local diner every Saturday morning. They called themselves the "Veterans’ Breakfast Club," a tradition that had started decades ago when they first returned from war. These men, now with silver hair and faces etched by time, came together not just to share coffee and toast but to relive memories that connected them in a way no one else could understand.
By RK2 years ago in Confessions
On survival.
On survival. The question of existence still haunts me in the silence of the stillness that loneliness brings with it. To be or not to be, to exist in the coexistence of dualistic forces, to dance with the uncertainty or to play it along the periphery, what I hold certain, has always questioned me, bemoaned me. Truth be told, I beheld the cry for help when its absence called in silent whispers around the blanket of dwelling and absconded its abundant presence over me. There is a painting that traces the bits of serenity in my life, the colors that adorn the hues of the almighty run deep through the veins of my soul to find the brevity of pain. I glance at the picture of Lord Krishna, reminiscing the days that passed by. Darkness sets its sterility in the brimming light of today, as the dawn of today paints itself in the colours of the dusk of yesterday.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Confessions
Querencia- The place where I draw my strength.
Querencia- The place where I draw my strength. To be or not to be, to thrive or just be merely alive to survive, is a question I have often pondered upon. What does being alive mean? Does it mean extrapolating in the exteriors of materialistic drawls, of forging in an existence that is concealed with the perfectionism of having it all?
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Confessions
Why We Fake Smiles After Layoffs: The Absurdity of Fear
It was as if my mind was building a fortress of absurdity, a shield to deflect the impending emotional storm. But the storm arrived anyway, disguised as a debilitating cold. My skills are in high demand, finding a new gig should be a breeze. But instead, I'm adrift in a sea of internet browsing, naps, and endless snacking. My actions, or rather inaction, baffle even me.
By Tina Shishman2 years ago in Confessions
Fear
I woke up and saw that my friend Charlie is starting a travelling blog and I’m jealous. I’m jealous because she is 1, going away and travelling which I would love to do if I had the money and no cares / worries etc and 2, because she has a reason for a blog…!
By Matthew Grantham2 years ago in Confessions
An ode to imposter syndrome
An ode to imposter syndrome Self-worth and self-belief are the two sides of the same coin. We all have seeds of self-doubt planted within us, either from our inner limiting beliefs, trauma or negative projections of other people’s opinions. It is hilarious how we place our self-esteem in the hands of others with ease and then find ourselves in the labyrinth of negative perceptions of ourselves or dwindling confidence in our abilities. Life is a paradox, to heal you must be hurt, amid the most massive of pain and breakdown lies the most eminent breakthrough you would ever receive. If you want confidence and faith in your abilities, you must swim through the turbulent ocean of self-doubt and insecurity.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Confessions
Letting Go: How Detachment Can Help You Heal Toxic Relationships
Letting Go: How Detachment Can Help You Heal Toxic Relationships Many individuals in the self-help and dating advice community often emphasize the importance of independence, but there is a disconnect between societal norms and scientific evidence. Building strong emotional connections with others has been shown to result in increased levels of happiness, success, and overall well-being in individuals' lives. Some individuals offer self-help and dating advice and believe in the importance of being independent. Building strong emotional connections with others has been shown to increase happiness, effectiveness, and overall stability in life.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Confessions
Secure Attachment Style - FINALLY!!!. Content Warning.
Note: I use the word relationship throughout this article. In the way I am using this word, take it to mean any kind of interaction with other people whether as co-workers, friends, family, acquaintances, or professionals.
By The Schizophrenic Mom2 years ago in Confessions
Bryce’s Journey
**Interviewer:** Tell me all about Bryce. **Mom:** Bryce was born and adopted by us. He was a healthy baby boy, but at three-and-a-half weeks, he suffered from severe shaken baby syndrome. This traumatic event led to a brain injury and several broken bones. He was on life support for two months. We were in the midst of our foster parent training when we encountered his case. On the day we were to sign our license, our caseworker presented us with a referral. Although she reassured us the child was in care, the referral contained complex jargon. As we read through it, we realized it was Bryce’s case. The details of his injuries were shocking and heartbreaking.
By cathynli namuli2 years ago in Confessions
The Science and Benefits of Self-Talk: A Deep Dive
As your morning alarm blares, you grumble, “Why did I set it so early?” Brushing your teeth, you glance at the mirror and think, “I need a haircut… or do I?” As you rush out the door, you reach for your keys only to realize they’re missing. Frustrated, you exclaim, “I can’t do anything right!” just as you spot your neighbor watching. It’s a moment that could feel embarrassing since some stigmatize talking to oneself as a sign of mental instability. However, decades of psychological research reveal that self-talk is not only normal but a common practice.
By cathynli namuli2 years ago in Confessions