This starts at the beginning of my life and how quickly it went downhill, yes even at 5 years old I knew that I was doomed and how a bottle of cough syrup made my day go better without knowing exactly why.

Love and loss are a natural part of life; I've loved and watched as I lost that love. It never stops. Humans seek connection, whether that be friendship or romance. The loss of people and pets is inevitable, no matter how much we wish it weren't. No matter how they depart from your life still hurts, from death to no contact.

Nickname: He is known as "IcyShawn" for his calm, tactical demeanor in the ring. Physical Advantage: Valai stands at 6 feet tall and possesses a reach approximately 15% longer than average for his height, which he uses to control distance effectively. Record: His current amateur record is strong: 9 wins, 1 loss, and 1 tie. Durability: Crucially, he has zero losses by knockout, indicating strong defensive skills and resilience. He has achieved 3 knockout wins of his own. Outlook: He is identified as a serious prospect within the Quebec amateur boxing circuit for the 2026 season and beyond.

The natural elements carve you when you least expect it and you're never the same. You have to fight to keep your essence. The only wealth you have is your presence.

The natural elements carve you when you least expect it and you're never the same. You have to fight to keep your essence. The only wealth you have is your presence.

An exploration of loss as something orderly and powerful, and the quiet ache of wanting back what it has taken.

Has your heart ever had that racing feeling after an argument or a disagreement? How about thinking of what to say after it's all over? The truth is, 9/10 times we as humans don't have the "right" words at that moment or our emotions are over powering our ability to think with a clear mind. Today we are simply going to discuss how the things left unsaid, even if a little late, affect us in the long haul. So grab a bowl of popcorn and let's get to it.

820 25 The days March on and I I keep f****** it up I really can't wait to see if I ever stop f****** around and accomplish something. Anything that I'm proud of, anything to make my haters hate.

This note here will be a bit personal, so there’s going to be some soul-bearing. I’m kind of nervous about putting this one out, but here goes nothing.

Come, step into the mind of a cosmic curiosity and witness the ramblings of a beautifully broken, cornucopia of chaos.

Looking back at Dr. Rev. Martin Luther King’s last sermon at the National Cathedral through the lens of contemporary Bishops Mariann Budde and Craig Loya towards a future where we are all Beloved Community.

This is my personal experience with DID (Formerly MPD). I will note that there are trigger warnings of abuse, eating disorders, and more. It's a lot for me, and writing something so personal that's impossible to a good amount of people is scary. But, I wrote it anyway. I said I'd go over all mental health, and I will.

So You Turned A Year Older From the Author James Lynch Jr. 2015 Archives Reread in 2026 by Kartistry ( James' Secretary and and Husbandly Owner ) Preface Sometimes you run across a little-known item and remark, "Mmm, I found me a small pearl."

Stay-at-home moms work nonstop, carrying the mental and emotional load, often unseen, but their value goes far beyond a paycheck.

This piece was written as a way to give language to the internal damage addiction caused, damage that wasn’t always visible to others. Writing “Dear Addiction” allowed me to separate myself from the substance and confront it as something that invaded my life, altered my identity, and slowly erased parts of who I was. It reflects how addiction didn’t arrive violently or obviously, but quietly filled emotional gaps during moments of exhaustion, pain, and vulnerability. The letter exists to explain a kind of loss that isn’t acknowledged enough: the grief of surviving while no longer recognizing yourself. It captures the shame, dissociation, and self-erasure that addiction leaves behind, even after sobriety or survival. Ultimately, I wrote this to process that grief, to honor the version of myself that was lost, and to help others understand that “making it out alive” doesn’t mean escaping without lasting wounds.

When you've been floating too long. Living three inches above your actual life, watching yourself go through the motions but not really there. This is a 30-minute root chakra practice for when anxiety has you stuck in your head. When everything feels wobbly and you need to remember what "stable" feels like. Muladhara—your foundation. The part that knows how to stay when everything else wants to scatter. Six poses. Slow. Your legs will shake. Tree pose might wobble. That's the point. We're not transcending anything today. We're landing. For when you haven't felt the ground beneath your feet in weeks.

Every familiar path leads me back to home but this one in particular is truly special to me as it is suspended in time. As I walk through these woods, I can feel the soft wooden paths under my bare feet, the birds chirping in the distance, and the trees whispering my name over and over again to walk deeper and deeper and suddenly I'm in a trance. As I walk through a clearing, a beautiful view of the mountains comes into my vision as I see a tall wooden house perched by itself. A steady flowing creek behind it. It's so quiet that I can hear the water's sweet lullaby. This house would crumble as the everlasting moments are the foundation. As I open the bright orange door, I see a special person who always reminds me to keep going and the ghost of someone else who I always feel as soon as I step in. It hurts but it is also deeply satisfying as it feels like they are never really gone.

After everything that's happened, it's unclear what the future may hold for us. We can't slow time down. All we can do is move forward. And, as long as we stick with each other, I can say with confidence that we will have nothing else left to fear.

Who is this seemingly non-fascinating individual? This mild-mannered, go with the wind blows type that seems like they nonchalantly go through life with no care or emotion? Ah, but those same looks could be deceiving, as J.D. Millennial is an anomaly all on their own.

A person in an abandoned hospital hears their own name and realizes something is mimicking their voice. They then see a smiling double of themselves and understand the truth: the copy has escaped, and they are the one now trapped in the dark place.