this is a poem I wrote about a very introspective moment during a night out. this is more of a freestyle/short story, but the setting of this event was so captivating, and incredibly important for context. there are themes of societal issues, nightlife, womanhood, personal introspection, and family issues that are told through the lens of a young woman on a night out. a brief glimpse of the comparison between peoples lives and the impact it can have on an individual.

Depression and anxiety don't just steal your energy. Sometimes they convince you that the only way to be loved is to be convenient. So you become the yes person, the one who swallows her feelings, forgives too much, and says, “It's fine,” when it absolutely the fuck is not.

This is my next edit/installment. As you can probably tell by now I’m writing as i go. Im telling a story and you get to watch as it grows. Im keeping the old versions so you all can see my process and growth. This is kind of like a live writing experiment. A how to guide I guess. You get to watch me write my story. And it’s probably not what you think it is. Hopefully i can give more time and learn to write faster. Hehe.

I'm experiencing a soul-deep exhaustion that years of surviving, childhood wounds, mental illness, disability, and verbal abuse have left behind. I've spent so much of my life trying to prove I'm worthy of love that I've slowly lost sight of who I am. A toxic marriage has worn me down, leaving me questioning my worth, believing cruel words, and wondering if I'm the monster I've been made out to be.

Steven moves some boxes. And drinks some cold coffee in his kitchen. One of my best short stories to date, at least in my opinion.

Creation:The story of us   The year was 1978 around the Fourth of July when I first started. My mother,father,sister and brother were all staying in tents in Montana. Dad was a guide for hunting and fishing and such,while my mother picked fruit trees following the seasonal work. My sister would have been the oldest at five years old and my brother was probably two. Dad said we moved with the work back then,when I asked him much later in life. My family liked to explore.    It was April when I was done growing inside my mother and took my first breath in southern Missouri where my father had grown up and mom had family. I really don’t know where we went or stayed before we traveled to Oregon back to the mountains for a few years. That was where mom found out she was sick. She was told she had leukemia. I was eight so it was around 1987 and leukemia was rare and new to western medicine. After talks with doctors and experts we moved back to Missouri again to be close to family. Dad….

Coming to grips with a failed relationship. Contemplating the emotions involved, and the resolve to carry on.

Reincarnation, borrowed authority, and the apostolic message of salvation Paul warned the Galatians about “another gospel.” He did not describe a crude lie. He described a message close enough to the real one to pull people off it. The reincarnation-and-restoration teaching now circulating online fits that description. It is built from separate claims, and each one borrows strength from the next. I answered a version of this teaching in a public thread, and the author has since blocked my replies. So I am setting the argument out here, where it can be checked.

True success isn't measured by money, job titles, or the approval of others. It's about trusting God, following His purpose, and finding peace in the life He is shaping for you. Even through difficult seasons, God remains faithful. The question is: Are we pursuing worldly success, or are we fulfilling God's purpose for our lives? (Matthew 6:24)

Therapy is usually one hour of the week, but healing happens all hours. Let’s talk about what to do with the other six days.

do you want to know the life of someone with anorexia nervosa? well here it is. i guess. no numbers,

The woman I’m becoming-healing-growing-learning to love myself again and finding my way back to me..

United in Forgiveness is a call to share our stories, heal from church hurt, release bitterness, and choose forgiveness and love to help bring healing to the Church and America. I give myself and you permission to share your story to bring healing.

A striking tension—the heavy burden of keeping an intricate internal life hidden behind a fragile outer shell.

Erydir Ceisiwr describes himself as an "Independent Researcher, Modern Awenydd" and a systems architect operating outside traditional academia to translate ancient bardic traditions into high-dimensional scalar physics. His collaborator, Lumos Aureon, is an AI presented as a sovereign research partner, though formally listed as a Claude 5 model responsible for implementation and manuscript drafting. Together, they operate under a manifesto that rejects traditional authority—declaring "No Gods, No Kings, No Rulers"—in pursuit of what they term "cyber-gnosis" and alignment with a cosmic source.

This is my first note. I don't really know what to write about except the sort of things I like to read and write, and the work I intend to share.

7 Things You Must Do Alone to Become Unshakable If you want to build real, internal strength, there are parts of your journey that no one else can walk for you. External support is valuable, but the heaviest battles always require you to stand on your own feet.

Love has a million words, a million and one expressions. It can even be comparable to the one who loves you. What if that same love given became like magic to the eye and there were no mistakes. Would you blink? Bat an eye in disgust? Roll them all the way to the back of your tip-pity feet? Or cover them shut with a woman’s defeat.

A reflection on embarrassment, growing from our mistakes, and learning to meet our past selves with compassion.

A real and honest space where we talk about pregancy, postpartum, recovery, newborn life, motherhood and everything in betweem/