Let me tell you a story about how I accidentally became the kind of person who cares about electrolytes and magnesium — and not because I’m trying to win a wellness influencer award. No, this journey started in a dark room, with me curled up like a sad croissant, wondering if my brain was trying to escape through my eyeballs.

Writing can be very fun but what happens when you are being put on the spotlight, I can never always come up with the title for what Im writing about most of the time I write when a thought pops up in my head either it literally just appeared or I have been thinking about it for some time and now need to get it out. So when Im being asked what its called that Im writing about my answer is always I don't know yet or Im not sure but that's pretty much with anything not just writing really. But what happens when Im not being asked somehow I seem to have all the answers, maybe its the fear of being judged or having to answer further questions. I know I cant be the only one feeling this way espacially being a writer.

I wonder why its so easy for some people to be able to make online side hustles or affiliate or network marketing work and so many others that it don't work for

This one is for those who don't know if they are in a healthy relationship or not. Please stop and listen because this may be your answer to what you need. Or may steer you in the right direction.

Hello, I am Kenya. I post here to help people understand themselves a little better and offer a new perspective to something they may not have thought about. I want to ensure that everyone who joins me can have an outlet to someone who will be completely honest without being aggressive or mean. I want to ensure no one just hears what they want to hear because we all have to understand that the world will not tell us what we want to hear. This one is for the people pleasers

Cellphones release the same chemical that is released when cocaine is used. Dopamine triggers the same part of the brain that is triggered when cocaine is used

This is an inside look at the girl your talking to. I struggle to put things into words sometimes so I try to write the best that I can. I wrote this piece to help others kind of understand the girl they are talking to a little bit more.

There are many things our world has going on and it can become overwhelming and difficult to process if you are someone who pays attention to the right things. If you happen to be someone without religious beliefs but you have been blessed with a moral compass the same goes for you. Many people may ask why a Higher Power isn’t stepping in but I like to think that it starts with us.

Spiritual Warfare is happening and we need to pay attention. Let's lock in with God before it's too late to do so.

My stolen mind The thoughts that have me captive, Neverending noise I hear. Not just one but many, Have me living life in fear. No matter what direction I go, The path I'm on is rough. Leading me to problems, I've had about enough.

It all came crashing down on me. From every direction, no one agreed. It became heavy and crushing. But to my aid no one was rushing.

Adults underestimate kids; don’t be that adult. Advice from a 2025 12 year old, over 18s are annoying.

College wasn’t my first choice RIGHT after graduating high school. But it was a MUST in my household.

had no idea who Sydney Sweeney was before her American Eagle jeans ad grabbed the headlines recently.

Why dont I like him? A racist, bigot, intentionally narrow minded, a legendary creep. What's there to like?

Motherhood is a hot topic in the world we live in today. Whether there is praise or judgement….its just another thing that has people talking.What I don’t see is moms talking about how motherhood affects them mentally. This note isn’t anonymous. This one is me. Thank you for checking it out!

This poem was written about miscarriage. I decided to explain what it felt like in my eyes, but the best thing about this poem is not only could it be about miscarriages, but it could be about the loss of anyone important in your life. A poem about the ones that got away too soon. -E.S

First post ever, just wanted to get into the feel of the excitement of reading and writing in its sense.

I don't know how to write anything. I just want to make someone's day a little better in this hard time.

This is about my son and my daughter I am grieving them and I want to be able to tell CJ’s story so here it is May 18 I was taken to the hospital My due date was July 13, 2025, but we all knew that I wasn't gonna make it to my due date Please share my story