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.

This is the noble art of doing nothing and calling it productivity Key points: self care and doing nothing I hope you enjoy!!!!!

Inside These Walls of Hell ​Inside these walls of hell sometimes it’s so hard to breathe. Inside these walls of hell are the darkest days my eyes have ever seen. Inside these walls of hell no one will ever feel my pain. Inside these walls of hell not a soul will see...

Walk to the Temple of Inner Sight where we stop pretending we don't see what we see. The pool shows you what you've been refusing to look at. The gift reminds you: you know more than you're willing to trust. Ajna—the third eye—doesn't show what you want to see. It shows what's actually there. That's why we avoid it. Seeing clearly means acting on what we see without proof or permission. For anyone who overrides their intuition. Who asks everyone else if what they know is real. Who's tired of not trusting themselves. You already see. Can you finally trust it?

Welcome all of you to our energies. We are a group in the Universe that contain only positive energies. We also want to send you these energies to improve your human life. First of all you have to think about us. You have to think that you too are all just positive energies. Then you have to feel it in your heart. Conflicts, problems, fears exist only in your mind, in your head. Leave the channels free to purify everything through a channel full of positive energies. YOU WILL SEE THAT EVERYTHING YOU WANT WILL WORK WITHOUT TIMES AND BLOCKS.

Dr. Charles Palmer, asserts “Everyone is interested in habits in their own lives” or the cycle of habits they experience everyday (American Psychological Association). To be honest, we all deal with the cycle of habits that we don’t like.

The first part in a suspense filled sci fi short story meant to leave you in the edge of your seat biting your nails!!!!

Welcome! I hope this story has come across to those who believe in the Lord, or to those that have been curious. This is my story of the first and only time I have experienced urgency sent by the Holy Spirit.

First look at little Bright a young deer just wanting to live a life of thanks to God for every blessing, though the good and hard times. While his Two brothers see no need to be thankful for things they view is of their own will.

A haunting romance about love spoken too late and the silence that changes everything. This story explores emotional vulnerability, timing, and the fragile space between holding on and letting go. Written to linger, not to explain—inviting readers to feel what’s left unsaid.