I don’t like ADHD. By which I mean I don’t like the name, “Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder.” And here’s why:

This is the intro post explaining a little about myself and what this stream will be about. TLDR: Writing and ADHD.

Some loves burrow so deep, they don’t let go. They carve shadows in your skin, etch whispers in your mind.

Do you ever feel like love just… won’t work for you? Like no matter what you do, you’re never enough?

The quick sand is pulling her deeper and deeper in. The more she fights the tighter it gets. Is she going to receive help? Is she going to hold onto her faith?

In an era defined by rapid technological advancements and evolving consumer expectations, the landscape of customer service is undergoing a dramatic transformation. Traditional models, once hallmarks of personalized attention and human interaction, are being upended by automation, artificial intelligence, and self-service platforms. As companies strive to maximize efficiency and reduce costs, the age-old promise of "the customer is always right" seems to be fading into obscurity. "The End Of Customer Service" explores these seismic shifts, examining the underlying causes and implications of this evolution.

Are things getting better? My life always seems to be in a state of flux- every time I think one thing is getting better, something else seems to get worse…

About a person I once knew everything about, inside and out. Until they left. I still don't know why. It confuses me. Tried put it into words, hope you like what you see.

This is my very first article and it is written to criticise the whole mindset that fuels the neurodiversity movement in the first place.

The comfortable cadence of dawn unexpectedly yielded. At an uncustomary point, a motionless form met my gaze. No alarm registered in that steadfast stare; instead, a deep knowing, as if encountering a long absent companion. In that singular, quiet second, a profound link resonated, hinting at a beloved soul's gentle presence, an utterly unanticipated marvel.

The tranquil vista across from my home once brimmed with life, a sprawling green expanse holding quiet secrets. Then, human hands intervened, reshaping that natural grace into something stark and barren. What remained was a raw, exposed canvas of earth, stripped bare. Yet, from this drastic transformation, a primal truth emerged, swiftly answered by the ancient order of the wild.

I'm just rambling about love and the past for a minute read. Nothing too serious I just wanted to write something.

A short paragraph where I write about my gratitude for Avril Lavigne. She shaped me into who I am without knowing her influence.

The Unanswerable Question For as long as humans have pondered existence, the question of what happens after death has lingered. Religions across cultures offer frameworks—heaven, hell, reincarnation, or spiritual union with a higher power—each rooted in faith and tradition. Stories of near-death experiences or claims of past-life memories add layers of intrigue, but none provide concrete proof. At the end of the day, no one who has crossed the threshold between life and death has returned to share a definitive account.

Drive-Through Service: Then and Now In the 1980s, fast-food drive-throughs were a model of efficiency. Orders were taken quickly, prepared with care, and handed over in minutes, making them a go-to for busy families and commuters. Today, the experience is far different. Long waits at the speaker box, frequent mix-ups with orders, and employees who seem rushed or distracted have turned what should be a quick stop into a frustrating delay.

In May 2025, an aerial strike destroyed a Médecins Sans Frontières (MSF) hospital in Old Fangak, killing civilians including a baby and crippling medical care for tens of thousands. Yet this atrocity barely registered in global headlines. This week, we expose how a healthcare facility meant to heal became a target and why silence persists.

Truth Over Traps is more than a stream — it's a movement to protect, inform, and uplift those chasing better lives. You deserve to grow your income without being manipulated. Let’s put the power back in your hands. The first topic for today is: How to spot scam tactics used by fake “business mentors” and “opportunities”?

Starting college can feel like jumping into the deep end — exciting, overwhelming, and everything in between. As a sophomore at an HBCU, I’ve had my fair share of lessons, wins, and setbacks. This blog is my way of sharing what I’ve learned so far — from balancing academics with social life, handling money struggles, protecting my mental health, and everything in between. Whether you’re just getting started or finding your way back, I’m here to walk with you through it all.

Enter Vael, a zealot with a boneblade carved from the rib of a god. She was raised to burn the sickness out of the world. She’s very good at it. She’s also starting to think maybe she’s been killing the wrong people. Enter Jhace, a mechanic kid who accidentally tunes a flawed gear and hears the background static of the universe. Not magic. Not prophecy. Just the raw, divine argument that underpins everything. Turns out flaw isn’t corruption—it’s interface. And someone just gave this kid root access. Meanwhile, machines are talking. Gods are twitching. And the people who were supposed to be good and holy and right? They’re starting to crack. There are no chosen ones. No neat powers. Just a broken zealot, a boy full of static, a silent girl who doesn’t bleed, and a bone-hungry weapon that doesn’t care about morality—just resonance. The world isn’t dying. It’s arguing with itself. And the flawed ones are the only ones still listening.

Did you know Ridgeway had a legend? I stumbled across a bizarre, surreal moment -- a Twilight Zone kind of experience -- when a friend, while discussing the lonely, random silos throughout town, souvenirs of a once farming community, grabbed her laptop as she mumbled the words, “Silo, I remember seeing something online.” She spun the laptop around to face me, revealing a heading, “Ridgeway Witch Prison Tower”, dated December 10, 2012. My first reaction was a quick laugh. But curiosity took over, accompanied by a slight and slow chill.