In today’s society, there are those who promote the culture of death with their words and deeds. No respect for life. No respect for the sanctity and dignity of life. However, there are others who are willing to take a stand and promote the culture of life to counter the disordered, unnatural moral order. Back in Pope Paul VI’s papacy, many dissented on various moral issues. One of them was sterilization. At that time, eugenic programs existed in the United States as a means for population control and combating poverty. Before going into the context of the Church’s clear, unequivocal stance on direct sterilization, the two means- vasectomies for males and tubal ligations for females- are direct sterilization procedures.

MEMORIS 6: The Black Betrayal Themes: Motherhood gone astray. Virgin Mary vs Mary Magdalene. Emasculating sons, corrupting daughters. Generational destruction. Womb’s betrayal of future children. Mud, slime, path to turmoil.

In today's fast-paced world, prioritizing mental wellbeing is more crucial than ever. It's not just about the absence of mental illness, but about the presence of positive characteristics. These include feeling content, capable, and connected. Taking proactive steps to nurture your mental health can significantly enhance your overall quality of life.

this is a really short poem but i just wanted to share it somewhere so i set all this up to share a single poem but i will probably write more!

Anxiety is the bane of my existence. Sometimes the thoughts in my head don't shut up. I'm sure plenty of people can relate to this.

The desire to steal could stem from mental health issues such as compulsive stealing being the root issue

STOP THE VOICES IN MY HEAD WONT SHUT UP. They won’t shut up I CANT think I can’t breathe!! Why why why so many people have it worse I’m just a little shithead in middle school.

This is something I'm dealing with mentally. If you grew up feeling unwanted by your family, then I'm sure you'll understand where I'm coming from.

The urge to sleep in a cocoon of blankets as the days of autumn start to wind down — it’s that time of year, again!

My brain is my own very personal hell. LET ME OUT! Anxiety and depression and mania! OH MY!!!!!!!!!!

A short version of my story written with a touch of my hometown southern grit. I grew up in a one stop light town in rural North Carolina. I wanted to try to bring some of that "small southern town" energy thru to the reader with this one.

Help me!! why does everybody act as if they're already dead? choking choking choking I CAN SAVE YOU WHY WONT YOU LET ME

When I was 6, I tried to copy the older kids on the playground by jumping off a swing. Later at home, I gave it a go on my own swing set — but my shirt and leg got caught, and I landed on my arm, breaking it in three places. Getting a cast felt like a medal of honor because everyone signed it, but nothing prepared me for the day they removed it. I walked into the room expecting a simple cut-off, only to see a giant saw hanging over me. Terrified they’d cut my arm off, I panicked until the nurses calmed me down. In the end, it was painless — but little me was absolutely sure I’d leave with fewer limbs than I arrived with!

Atop of the pearly quilted and sunloathed bedsheets is fascination compared to the mysteries that sit in front of shot creature.

A simple dental checkup with my 15-year-old son turned into a two-hour ordeal. Called back after 10 minutes, we still waited forever while he perfected dramatic sighs, ceiling-staring, bib-fiddling, and flopping in the chair. A hilarious reminder that teenagers can survive almost anything…except boredom.

Mental health is oftentimes brushed under the rug. After losing my child to this serious issue I just have to share my experiences with you guys.

A poem about my derealization/depersonalization. The feeling of being stuck in a mental state and longing for a breath of fresh air.

The garnish is offensive and needs to be stopped. I'm joking but i'm really not. I think I'm going mad.

Kevin King has a hard time with a busy shift at his job, and it results in high anxiety for Super King.

This is a collection of notes on the kind of pain that has a name heartbreak. Here you will find the shattered pieces, the echoes of a goodbye