Here’s a 30-Day Challenge: How to Stop Complaining (for People Who Feel Addicted to It). This is designed as a gentle detox, not a personality transplant. Complaining often starts as a coping habit, then quietly becomes a worldview. These steps unwind it day by day, rebuilding awareness, agency, and emotional strength. Step by step day to day challenges that will help if not discontinue your chronic need to complain. There are many reasons why complaining is part of your daily routines. Whatever the reason it came to be here is the method to stop. Proven results, if you put the work in. Repeat if necessary. No skipping days.

Complaining is a way of life for some people. It was certainly a way of life for my mother. I don’t remember a day going by without her complaining, endlessly. I don’t think I ever heard a word of gratitude out of my mother’s mouth. No matter how good things were, she would manage to find something wrong. No matter how perfect I was – and God knows I tried to be perfect! – she always found something wrong with me, as well as with my father.

Different governments, officials, environmental agencies exhort us to conserve the energy we use in order to save the environment and sustain our continued existence on the planet. On a personal level I think that we also need to know how to conserve, focus and maximise our own personal supply of energy. We unconsciously dissipate and waste our energy on people, situations, thoughts, attitudes and events which do not serve us well.

Procrastination isn’t laziness—it’s a habit built on avoidance, overwhelm, and fear. The good news? Habits can be changed. This 10-day personal challenge is designed to help you break the procrastination cycle with simple, realistic actions that work with your brain, not against it. One small step a day is all it takes to build momentum, confidence, and lasting focus.

Selling your soul . Needed to succeed or sacrificing someone or something. How people choose to sell. Beyond us.

The story is a powerful reflection on the strength, resilience, and enduring hope of Black people despite generations of hardship and adversity. It honors ancestors who planted seeds of hope under oppression and celebrates the courage passed down through families, communities, and culture. The narrative emphasizes perseverance in the face of loss, refusal to surrender to despair, and the belief that hope is not only preserved but shared across generations. Ultimately, the story affirms that Black people never back down, never give up, and continue to rise by carrying hope forward.

This letter is written from a place of truth, love, and deep responsibility to my people. We have carried weight that was never meant to break us, yet we are still standing—strong, united, and resilient. Black people are rooted in power, shaped by endurance, and driven by purpose. Our unity is our strength, our love is our shield, and our excellence is our legacy. We rise not in spite of what we have endured, but because of it. When we stand together, honor one another, and uplift our communities, we affirm that our lives, our voices, and our futures matter. Black strength is generational. Black love is sacred. Black excellence is unstoppable.

I was divorced in August 2022. He died in August 2025 a month before I was to be remarried. I do not know how he died, I found out on Facebook that he was gone. His sister will not answer any questions. And now his creditors are coming after me.

It’s about my mom who passed away named Geraldine . She recently died of a botched surgery from the doctors who tried to remove her gallbladder. The surgery was not successful and she ended up dieing a day after my birthday. It was very difficult for me since me and my mom were like best friends! I am too miss her very much and it was therapeutic for me to express myself completely! I wanted the reader too simple feel what I am experiencing? It’s also a beautiful writing for Mother’s Day especially if you have gone through losing a love one whom you love very much! I only hope that all whom read this are touched because it was heart felt in the deepest way that I can imagined.

My grief with my dad as a daddy's girl and managing life without him for almost 2 years trying to make the best out of it all

When everything finally goes quiet, she realizes that silence can be louder than fear. Trapped between a past that refuses to let go and a choice that could change everything, one ordinary night becomes a test of courage, truth, and survival. As tension builds and secrets surface, she must decide whether to keep running from the pain-- or stand still long enough to face it. This short story is gripping, emotional journey through fear, resilience, and the moment a person discovers they are stronger than the life trying to break them.

My little child self and the things that happen. This is all the medical, pets, family, and more of me age 1-5

Evil in its purest form isn't found on death row or in history books. While those places overflow with humanity's darkest acts and most twisted minds, genuine evil, pure evil, operates beyond such obvious stages

Well this will be short timeliness for the abuse and being raped at 8 and then doing drugs for almost twenty years then quit cold turkey to shooting my brother by accident

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The rule of threes is famous in survival circles — I’ve written about it before — but now I want to narrow in on what is usually the top priority. You can go three minutes without air, three hours without shelter, three days without water, and three weeks without food. Talking about air would be silly, so this article is about shelter. I’m not going to teach you how to build a shelter in this lesson. Instead, I’m going to talk about what qualifies as a shelter.

I was arrested. This is my story of how two idiot police officers took advantage of my situation and used it to make an 'easy arrest'. Not ACAB, but most certainly a decent few are.

Dive in to what becomes of my mind when I am bored or just living my daily life. Who the hell am I and why am I like this?

The Winter storm Fern has passed and I was supposed to update the notes with what I'm doing, so I apologize for that!