Secrets
Are You Trapped In a Relationship With a Covert Narcissist?
Narcissists, the garden variety: loud, boisterous, and obvious, can be spotted a mile away. We see them coming and brace ourselves for the lies, manipulation, and embarrassingly vocal expressions of pomposity and putting others down. Their ego is worn on their sleeve with no hidden agenda. They will often brag about their conquests, and take pride in hurting others.
By Susan Lee Woodward4 years ago in Confessions
Almost Love: Part Ten
Half a year passes without him. We speak here and there, but never anything too meaningful. We see each other just once, and pretend we didn’t. I do what I always do with him -- pretend it doesn’t affect me. Save my tears for when I get home.
By Shea Keating4 years ago in Confessions
Dreaming of living.
What is the dream of living? What is the dream of living? It is the right question for me in my life because I have been struggling with some personal issues for years, and they have been haunting me since I was a child. The life that I thought I was living is still valid within itself, but some of the past are lies, making it challenging to understand. When you are a positive person like I am, there will be days that you don’t feel like being in the company of others, let alone yourself. There have been days that I just thought I should give up, and my inner self has always been in the background saying, don’t you dear, give up. There have been moments where I have been overlooked, passed up, and just ignored by others. Going through these things hurt me because, in my mind, I thought that others loved me, and it was this type of thinking that made me relook at myself. I learned along the way that I had to be hidden for a lot of reasons. My light is too big for others to see right now, and there are still some lessons that I need to master before I can go to the next level. I know now that I was hiding because if I let myself out too soon, I would mess things up even more for myself. After everything that I had been through, I needed to be hidden because I was still broken. Now I am not saying that I am not still broken in some places, but I know for a fact that I am not as broken as I used to be.
By Theresa Evans4 years ago in Confessions
"Lost": the story of a girl who almost went insane due to the disappearance of her lover
This is a mysterious and chilling story about Hannah Monroe. She is beautiful, successful, but most importantly, she is loved. However, in an instant, Hannah's life turns upside down: her young man Matt suddenly disappears and erases all traces of his existence. Why did he do this? Hannah decides to find Matt by all means, which soon begins to drive her crazy.
By Sahina Bano4 years ago in Confessions
How my addiction grew into what it is today
Get comfortable, because this story may go on for a while. So for most people, when they hit their first joint it's something that was offered to them. With me that is not the case, back in middle school when I was 13, I actually went and searched for drugs, nobody in my school used them, or even vaped back then (Not until I did), so it was a pretty hard thing to find. My reasoning was because of my depression that I had been struggling with since age 8. They tried every antidepressant in the book (That's still available) so don't say I never tried. I also spent 1 and a half years in rehab, and 6 months in hospitals practically begging for help with my problems. Anyway, after talking to almost everyone in school, seeing who is cool and who isn't, I finally made a friend whose father actually used to grow weed. I told him what to do, just snatch a few nugs and put it in a air tight water bottle (Unfortunately he was super dumb and didn't even dry it out first), even though it was drenched that didn’t stop me from trying to light up. Anyway, soon after that came a new friend, whose mom was a nurse at a retirement home. She was a pretty severe addict and would steal prescription painkillers from the poor folks, I got him to bring me in some oxycodone and turns out, opioids work better than weed. After all that everything's kind of fuzzy so I'm just gonna wing this. Once I hit high school that's when I was addicted to stimulants. It didn't matter if it was Adderall, crystal meth, or cocaine, as long as it was a stimulant I wanted it. My Ritalin use got so bad I was doing around half a damn gram of the stuff just to stay on my feet, and that would mean snorting a 500 milligram line. I weighed about 80-100 pounds depending on the week, and after a while started getting chest problems. I went to my doctors and he looked me dead in the eye and asked “How on earth are you fucking alive?!”He then continued on about how if I didn't stop using my heart would fail and implode on itself. I obviously didn't care one bit, at first I told myself damn I got to cut back, but in the midst of trying to get help, the fact everyone just kept putting labels on me, and being emotionally abusive made me change my mind. My mindset went from “I know I need help and I am gonna seek it” to “Fuck everyone, Fuck my Family, Fuck the World, Fuck my homies, Fuck my girl, Fuck Everything I'm gonna sit here with this prescription bottle and snort methylphenidate until I either die from heart failure, or run out of the drug.”. After a while my habit became so severe I would literally buy the entire local supply of that drug and use it before they could even get more, so I switched from pharmaceuticals to street drugs. Now I was spending 10-20 dollars on a 30 milligram pill of Adderall (Methamphetamine Salts), a GRAM (1000 milligrams) of crystal meth only costs 15-20 dollars, and it's a lot stronger as well. Take this for example, a HEAVY dose of Adderall to snort for a full-grown adult is 80mg+, whereas a HEAVY dose of crystal meth for a full grown adult is 50mg+. Also, you can smoke meth to make the high a whole lot stronger. Smoking Adderall is nasty as fuck because of all the fillers they add to pills, unless you decide to freebase the drug. Freebasing is a way of purifying something, and ridding all of the fillers. Anyway, that is the gist of how my addiction grew into what it is today. Learned something from my story? Show your appreciation by subscribing, or you could even send me a tip! Thank you so much for reading, and I hope that this has helped at least someone make the right decision; which would be…. STAY AWAY FROM DRUGS.
By Andrew4 years ago in Confessions
Dear Diary
At first, I hated him. I could not stand to be near him. Everything about him just screamed trouble. He was a thief, a con man, a smooth talker, and he loved the ladies. I had to be nice to him though, because he was my husbands best friend. They grew up together, went to school together, and caused a lot of mischief together.
By Tammy Higgins4 years ago in Confessions
The Fight to Survive
It all started in August of 1992 when I started dating my daughters’ father when I was nineteen years old. I fell madly in love. I loved his big kind heart, the love and attention he gave me. We did almost everything together. He spoiled me and always made me feel like a million dollars. Unfortunately, the alcohol and drug use would change that loving, kind-hearted man that I loved so much into a monster. During the wonderful times, there was abuse. I stayed for many years because I knew he wasn't always this person. I loved him so much that I was blinded by it. I seriously thought that he would change, and I could help him do that. Through the next six years and five months, I was physically, sexually, emotionally, and mentally abused. I can recall several incidences in detail, however, I am sure there are plenty that I have unconsciously blocked out.
By Ireland Lorelei 4 years ago in Confessions
Free Will
Dear Diary, If I die I want the world to know that I was murdered. It has been a couple years since the police found me in that basement wrapped in a filthy blanket on the dirt floor. I was held captive there for what felt like years but had only been 5 months. The man that owned this place had kidnapped me while I was out on my nightly run near the college I attended. I thought it would be fine in our small town to take my runs by myself since everyone knew each other here. But I was horribly wrong and fell victim to a psychopath who was passing through.
By Ash Adams4 years ago in Confessions
My History with the A Word
*Trigger Warning: Brief mention of suicide. Nine or Ten I was either nine or ten years old when I first heard the A word. The exact moment escapes me, but I know I was in the third grade. There was a boy (we’ll call him Ron) that I had met the previous school year, and it was clear right off the bat that he was different. He was obsessed with computers, he’d always point out when a light in the room was flickering, and he said “Good job! Yay!” whenever he completed a math problem. He was an odd kid, but everyone seemed to like him.
By Cat the Autist4 years ago in Confessions
Love, Alone
Love, Alone. It was only as I walked with him back to Grand Central that I saw the fear return to his eyes. A paradox I couldn’t understand then, he seemed to exhale in relief of its return. For a brief time, he’d cast aside that horror he carried around like a talisman. But it became clear that he found comfort in fear. He’d never really loved a woman, but I know now that he clung with desperation to the security of being terrified by them.
By Heather Richmond4 years ago in Confessions
