Bad habits
Time and space
Halloween in America, it has certainly morphed over the centuries. What was, is no longer, at least for most. Houses decorated, haunted hayrides, carved pumpkins and then there’s the costumes. As a child my mother made all of our costumes, from Superman to the tin man. Burning old corks to black out our eyes for that Frankenstein costume.
By Katie 5 years ago in Confessions
Outlet Mouse Says Hello and Goodbye
As I was cleaning behind the fridge Sunday morning, I noticed something I hadn't ever seen before. It was a little mouse sticking its head out of the electrical outlet. At first I thought "how cute" and wondered if he was still alive. That's when several lessons came back hard and were re-learned through an instant of pain. It would be nice if I could say that a lesson learned is never forgotten, but as I get older and the memory capacity of my biological memory chip becomes rusty, the realization that learning is not what is happening - it is re-learning.
By 3D6 Space5 years ago in Confessions
My Wife Gave Me A Snooze Job This Morning
I don't like mornings a whole lot. Never really have, and likely never really will. Ain't gonna lie. In fact, the first time I was ever considered a "morning person" is when I was 19 years old, in U.S. Army Bootcamp and had some mean as hell looking drill sergeant yelling at my tired brown butt to get outside for the morning run. So I was technically an unwilling participant in early morning routines that everyone says make you a better human.
By Rick Martinez5 years ago in Confessions
Hi, my name is Elizabeth and I'm a functional drug addict and workaholic
I've always been a person with a plan, a goal, something to strive for. I like knowing where I'm going and why. I like being in control. My favorite days are the ones where I can account for every moment of the day and articulate how it helps me accomplish my plan or goal.
By Elizabeth Grant5 years ago in Confessions
A Short Strange Trip
I make eye contact with a mother pulling her daughter towards herself with a puzzled and somewhat shocked look on her face. I half smile and shrug as Luke and I sprint past her. There are many puzzled looks on the faces of the commuters on this Thursday morning in the very crowded Dulles International airport in Washington D.C..
By Christopher Klocko5 years ago in Confessions
Me in Abyss
I look at myself at times, but those time are as rare as they are uncomfortable. The sight in the mirror is not a frightening reflection, representing some skewed and obsessive view that I have of myself. Rather, it is simply uncomfortable for me to make eye contact with, well, me. I am not uncomfortable with eye contact, far be it actually, nor am I uncomfortable with the way I look. It is something else entirely.
By Arjen Hulstra5 years ago in Confessions
107 Stitches
I found myself in a stark white room, itchy from the pilled fabric chair. Sitting next to me was man in a hospital gown, attempting to pick off and eat the chipped linoleum. I glanced down at my right thigh, embarrassed and disillusioned by the foot long bandage. This was rock bottom. I was committed to a mental health institution for a 72 hour suicide watch.
By Natalie Braden5 years ago in Confessions
10 reasons why failing at suicide gave me a new lease on life.
10. Waking up/Morning routine. Who would have thought something as common as waking up every day would be cause for celebrating? It is. One thing I have been working on is being more mindful of the present moment especially upon waking up every day. Before my feet have even touched the floor I lay in bed and quietly visualize my day. I play out any and all scenarios in my mind all of which conclude positively and in the best benefit of all included. I finish up with some positive self talk about some of the things I'm grateful for. Then after waking up, brushing my teeth and drinking a couple glasses of water. I find a quiet spot in or outside where I can sit close my eyes and for the next 15 minutes I just sit and focus on my breathing. No thoughts, no worries, nothing but my breathing and silence. Blissful. My day has begun.
By Nick Farina5 years ago in Confessions
Procrastination
My problem Last year, when it all kicked off, everyone spent quite a bit of time talking about how they were filling their time. Being a caring and interested individual, I was heartened to hear how well some people were doing – lots of us, in fact, had used the time trapped indoors to develop their interests, and pick up new ones.
By StudyStream Team5 years ago in Confessions
Don't Take Candy From Stranger
Most people who went to college will tell you that it was probably one of the most unforgettable times of their life. The frat parties, the tailgating before the big game on Saturdays, homecoming, and did I forget to mention the parties! We all can admit college is fun. But, sometimes those Y.O.L.A moments will leave you with memories that you can never forget. One moment that I can never forget is the time that I almost got robbed by a one night stand.
By Taylor 5 years ago in Confessions
