Family
There once was a boy...
"There once was a boy, who had a dog, they went to a farm, ate a chicken, and then they went home." That's it. Nothing further, unless you count how many times this story has been told to my children at bedtime. You see, almost every night during their childhood, I told "mostly" original story — adventure tales, mysteries, spooky and silly stories and yarns yet to be classified. But with four kids with a span of 11 years from youngest to oldest, storytelling can be exhausting.
By Mike Farley4 years ago in Confessions
cOmE bAcK
The horrified scream that came out of my mouth repeats itself in my mind everyday. I try my best to blame someone else but I know it's my fault. How will I live with this? My favourite person is gone, and for what, to prove a point to me? A peaceful family vacation is all I asked for. After the year I had my dad felt it was owed to me to take me on a trip, so who am I to say no. Truthfully I don't know how he is paying for all of this, after all the therapists sessions and medication treatments I know we hit our limit and are in debt. After being diagnosed with depression everything in my life went by like a blur. Ask me to recall a memory and I will miss major details, apparently this is called “foggy brain”. My dad has been my primary caregiver after my mom got sick a few years ago. She's in a home and has know idea about what has been going on in my life but I think it's better that way. The more people that have to hear my shit is the more people who deal with my shit. I think my dad finally took my mental illness seriously when I tried to end my own life. Ever since he has not been the same with me, he says he wants to help understand me but won't sit down and have a conversation with me. This is why I feel this vacation is going to be weird but I appreciate what he's trying to do so I'm going to go.
By Deanna Pappas4 years ago in Confessions
Facing The Truth In Baby Loss Awareness Week. Top Story - November 2021.
Time. Funny thing that timey-wimey stuff. Sometimes the months rush past in glorious technicolour that brings us to exclaim 'Halloween? How is it Autumn already? How the time flies.' Sometimes a minute can last a lifetime, it has to last a lifetime, like the last moment you hold your living child in your arms.
By Kyra Chambers4 years ago in Confessions
Confessions of the Mad - Installment Five
20 September 2021 Today my mom called me to tell me I should be careful of what I put on the internet. I told her the whole point was, to be honest, that’s a big part of the reason people like me. She said, “Yeah, but still.” I think she was more concerned about her family finding out. Once I told her that I write under a pseudonym she calmed down and said, “Yes, that’s true.” Not sure what she is worried about here.
By DMTakeshi4 years ago in Confessions
The Darkest Days
July 24th, 2011. I became 1 in 4. I had a miscarriage. I lost a child but I lost so much more. I was married, we had been married for just over 3 years and together for 4. We had 2 beautiful daughters; our oldest had just turned 2 and our youngest was 7 months old. My husband was currently working nights, which was very stressful on our family. It was almost as if he didn't exist, like I never saw him.
By Tuesday Daily4 years ago in Confessions
Sierra’s Story
I’ve been on this earth 19 years. 19 years. Wow. It seems like so much longer, but at the same time not that long at all. You learn and experience so much in that time (enough to make you ask: Damn, there’s more?) I have seen myself and those around me evolve so much. And I guess this is the part where I start to tell you my story or at least the basics right now.
By Sierra 4 years ago in Confessions
Healing Journeys and Dick Pics
Today I saw my father’s penis for the first time. His being deceased makes it all the more impressive, I suppose. The weathered, Blacks Photography envelope, containing the photo is labeled ‘Buffalo 1987’, making my dad 38 years old at the time.
By C.D. Hoyle4 years ago in Confessions
Death Doesn't Pay Rent
It is strange; I admit—that a coming-of-age story should center around Death. This is a story about loss, Death, and how long you should let him stay with you. Trust me; you're not going to want to just 'let him crash at your place' like he says he will. Death is not a good tenant.
By Vonne Vantablack5 years ago in Confessions
How Do You Find Yourself Amid Overwhelming Loss?
I don’t remember the actual moment when we found out that our mother had cancer. We knew that she was having a biopsy, but I don’t remember if they sat us down in the living room, or where exactly we were when our lives changed forever.
By Allison Rice5 years ago in Confessions
