Humanity
I'm not kidding! This F*ing happened. A Public Service announcement about Chatham County, Ga, and The State of Georgia.
It started simply with standing up for the people I loved, law enforcement in the State of Georgia. A simple termination for filing a grievance against Judge Lisa Colbert, former Chatham County Juvenile Court JudgeOne still being covered up by every federal, state and local police department in Georgia for the last 5 years the press has ignored the ramifications of, despite David Klugh telling me in 2018 "You know who it is? Van Johnson." No one has listened to me for over two years, while I have been abandoned by everyone I ever knew, even if they knew nothing about what was done, anyone I trusted, anyone who could and should have done something while I struggle financially and trying to make sure it doesn't happen to anyone else. The world has been in reverse for over two years, with brief moments of random kindness. Everyone from ex boyfriends, friends, my cheerleaders, my entire world has been in disarray. It has been the the only time in my life I have ever struggled, ever been treated so badly by every place that should made it better.
By Justice for All4 years ago in Confessions
Running Changed My Life
It took me a while to realize that something as simple as a 30-minute run a day can improve my health in many ways. Running made me drink less, get ready to eat, eat better, learn healthy eating goals, make new friends, boost my self-esteem and make me feel good about myself.
By Zuvin Maharzan4 years ago in Confessions
Reflections of a DV survivor
Most abusive relationships do not start out that way. Our relationship began as any other – attraction, lust, companionship, affection, love. So. Much. Love. A love that was so fierce and intense that I stayed and tried my best to please him, even as cracks and red flags began slowly appearing. A love that is so strong that even when things were really bad, the love that he showed immediately after hurting me, and at other times when things were good, pulled me right back in again. A love that is so deep, that you felt that he would do anything, literally anything, for you. Because of you. To protect you. A love that I craved.
By Claire Lewis4 years ago in Confessions
Why Are You Scowling at Islam?
I just saw you frown at a Muslim girl wearing a hijab. With a second thought, you begin to judge and criticize, such a young girl forced to wear that thing on her head, forced to stay away from so many entertainments that normal teens engage in. The best she can acquire in education is a high school diploma, perhaps, and then she'll be forced to marry a guy with a beard.
By Samiha4 years ago in Confessions
Comir-Not-today
I like to dabble in the occasional line or five of molly in nightclub bathrooms because it makes me feel alive. I also like to puff, puff, pass joints rolled by a stranger at parties and I have no clue if its home-grown originals, or bought from dodgy dealers who laced it with bath salts.
By Rachel’s Rants 4 years ago in Confessions
I Shaved My Head. Top Story - October 2021.
After beloved community member Tom Bradbury’s sudden passing last month, fellow creator Courtney Capone urged Tom’s followers to take action in his memory with three motivational challenges. Challenge One: Whatever you've been procrastinating on, do it now. Challenge Two: Leave nothing unsaid. And Challenge Three: Write!
By S. Frazer4 years ago in Confessions
A Macaw Canvas
There was red, yellow, green and blue paint. There was a nude woman standing in front of me. It was called 'live art', and the theme was "Scarlet". That was unique. I didn't know what to create, so I did what every artist did: I examined the nude woman for the sole purpose of creating a visionary painting in my mind. As was everyone else.
By Caroline4 years ago in Confessions
Why it's so Damn Hard to Hate Starbucks
The aroma of coffee swirling in the air, friendly baristas greeting customers by their first name, regulars chatting about the latest news—walking into a coffee shop just feels like home. And while I wish the coffee shops I visited were the cute little shops in the trendy parts of town, they are not. My coffee shop is Starbucks.
By wanderluster4 years ago in Confessions
Regretting Chips and Salsa
When I was growing up, I didn't eat many chips. My mother would always make dinner and breakfast on weekends. She has raised many children and many at the same time, so I don't blame her anymore for not letting us snack a lot. Money was also always scarce so we appreciated what food we had, and made the most of it. Country cooking or southern homestyle cooking is what I grew up on always, so it was no surprise that by eighth grade, I was four foot nine inches and almost two hundred pounds. I also had braces and glasses simultaneously, but my weight was my biggest insecurity. I was fat shamed by my parents, stricken with negative comments about my body or the way I was made and even laughed at. Kids at school also made fun of me, but also bullied me in ways that made me uncomfortable, sexually. I was a child. A child with a growing body and the world is so terrible sometimes. I realize now as an adult, those bullies were heavily influenced by their parents and personal external circumstances. As an eight grader though, anticipating a new start at high school, I was not planning on being bullied to that level ever again.
By Autumn Rose4 years ago in Confessions
My 92-Year-Old Neighbor Taught Me Powerful Life Lessons
I am an Indian who has spent the last ten years in Warsaw, Poland. I’ve picked up the Polish language gradually and can understand it much better than I can speak it. When I first landed in Poland in 2012, one of the first things that startled me was the sheer number of very old men and women wandering the streets all by themselves. Some looked 90 years or older. Most of them had walking aids and were snailing through the streets with extreme difficulty.
By The Soulful Scribbler 4 years ago in Confessions
Haunted, Spooky, Scary Time
Waking early to get a start in life, only to fall by the wayside and give up on stride. Back in a corner against all odds, wondering what’s next in life, before we lose it all. Quarantine time where all was home, some was out there, some became alone. A weekend to a busy work week, while you get no sleep and fear the deep. Like puppets with string, we feed the system, move along and carry the wisdom. Knowledge of pain and struggle that we face, stitched to life, that should no longer break.
By The Kind Quill4 years ago in Confessions
