Zavin was different. He was a giant of a man with flaming red hair. Nothing about him was conventional. He was sweet and kind but always kind of lost. We weren’t that close, but we were friends. This is how I missed talking him out of killing himself.

So, this is going to suck to write, and it sucks in general. Not only do I have ADHD, but I’ve been deep in depression for a long time. Not clinical depression, at least I don’t think so, but definitely depressed as hell. I mean, there are good reasons for it — a whole lot of them.

The sound of her This poem is about growing up with my first bully being my mother, and how that kind of emotional abuse teaches you to survive by shrinking, staying quiet, and becoming useful. It traces how conditional love, body control, and gaslighting shaped the way I see myself, my worth, and my relationships. I write about learning to listen as a survival skill, becoming the emotional container for others, and carrying that pattern into friendships and love where I believed I had to earn my place. At its core, this poem is about unlearning that voice, reclaiming my body and identity, and slowly choosing to believe that my existence does not need justification.

The Sister Collection isn’t complete without their little sisters The sister era and The Poet Inside. In "The Sister Era," poetry becomes a lifeline. Each verse unravels the complexities of mental health and the struggles of everyday life mentally and emotionally. Through Ashley's raw emotion and vivid imagery from her point of view on life, this little sister collection explores the flexibility of friendship, the reality of hardships, and the quest for self-acceptance. Lovell captures the silent battles many face, inviting readers to reflect on their own journeys. As each poem unfolds, you'll find solace and strength in shared experiences. This powerful anthology speaks to the heart, urging you to confront your fears and embrace your truths. Join the conversation; your sisterhood awaits.

The goal of this stream is to open communication with those who have experience something paranormal. This is one of my earliest experiences. Please enjoy this spooky read.

I guess I’m doing a rule of three thing right now. I did shelter last week; now I’m tackling water. It wasn’t really intentional, but I was inspired to do this piece today, so I’m going with it. You need water. You can survive around three days without it (technically hydration, in my day to day life I get most of my hydration from coffee), but after a day or so you are not going to be a happy camper. I’m going to go over some of the ways you can make water safe to drink.

Once upon a time, I was homeless. It’s not exactly a secret. Hell, I have a publication about it. The thing that isn’t clear is the effect it has, long term. See, that once upon a time still sits on my soul, still wakes me up sometimes.

A gentle reflection for independent women navigating a noisy and uncertain world. This essay explores how compassion—quiet, grounded, and deeply human—can become a meaningful form of civic engagement. Instead of withdrawing when public life feels overwhelming, it invites readers to practice neighborlieness as a courageous way of showing up for their communities. With practical, sustainable tips for staying informed, building small connections, and engaging without burnout, this reflection offers a hopeful path toward participating in civic life with clarity, dignity, and care.

Mental Health, is important. How someone feel can affect, relationships, day to day task, even as far as someone personality. Here I explain how I personally dealt with a situation that affected me. I also explain how other people could be dealing with this same situation and ways to empower them!

A society of the broken and outcast, the Yith are a people who thrive in the darkness between the stars.

Okay, a day is a bit of a stretch — I had to do a few additional bug fixes the next day, but the main app was functional and running within one day. Not only that, I had a dashboard and some metrics. This isn’t a huge app, but it is very much a real, working thing — and represents probably at least a month or two of coding effort.

Here, you’ll find: 🐾 Honest pet care advice for real budgets 🐾 Affordable supplies that are actually safe 🐾 DIY alternatives to overpriced pet products 🐾 Money-saving hacks used by rescues and long-time pet owners No pressure. No judgment. No

I could feel the magnet pulling me toward him — the wanting, the gravity of it. I wanted to touch him, to hold him, even when I knew it wasn’t okay. I knew this could put me in danger. And still, it was worth it to know him. It was worth it to feel him. What I didn’t know then was that he would become the greatest love of my life.

Come in and see what I color! I will be posting videos of it as well. I’m new to this so bare with me!

We are not accidents of history—we are answers to prayers that survived generations. Our ancestors trusted God with a future they would never see, and through faith, endurance, and sacrifice, they made room for us to stand here today. Black history is holy ground, and our lives are living testimony that what was meant to break us only refined us. We are rising not by permission, but by divine purpose. Our time is now.

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 is a short story; an echo of a poem already shared, where the lines learned how to breathe, linger, and become something fuller.

Today, let us strip away the "textbook" idealism and focus on the raw facts of the matter regarding how science actually functions in the real world, which reveals a much more grounded and sometimes grittier reality. Here is the truth about the scientific establishment, written to focus on the human and systemic mechanics that drive it.

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.

A tense moment in a world at war. A storm dragon and his crew patrol the border, ready at any moment to engage the enemy.