I was the age of about 16 when I decided that by the age of 20 I was going to be married. By the age of 21 I was going to have my firstborn and a year later I would have just one more child of the opposite sex.
Then modern society came through and kicked my dreams up high into the clear blue sky and off to oblivion.
By the age of 20 I was in a toxic relationship with someone that mastered the art of Jedi mind tricks and making me think everything was my fault. I had…
Justin Bieber posted saying he “benefitted off of black culture”.
Harry Styles posted saying “I am privileged every day because I am white.”
Terry Crews posted saying “We must ensure #blacklivesmatter doesn’t morph into #blacklivesbetter".
Who do you agree with?
Do you have to agree with a single person?
Nowadays, the divide in our society is so rampant and obvious, the feeling of not belonging is constantly at our heels threatening to eat us alive if we do not label ourselves as belonging to the ‘good side’--or rather, show society that we indeed belong to the ‘good side’.
Like any other teenager in love, and equally angsty, I loved to get drunk.
Labelling myself as a victim early on in life, it was easy to justify my alcoholism.
I can’t say I fully blame social media but, like any other non-ugly female, I felt quite justified by the likes of likes. And, let’s face it, a troublemaker gets way more attention than the average goody-two-shoes times ten.
It’s easy to blame things on childhood environment. …
After you get betrayed by a group of people you call family, you’re never quite the same.
After I had learned what it meant to be a scapegoat by the only people I ever truly opened my heart to fully, I made a simple promise to myself: I would never ever need people.
A lot of people know what it’s like to be lonely. There’s even that widely-known saying that you can be surrounded by people but still feel lonely.
Loneliness is a terrible feeling.
It’s often accompanied by the grip of depression dragging you down and holding you in…
When I was about the age of 16 — and actually even until now — if you looked and acted like a gangster, you were cool. Never mind if you actually had something to defend, besides your reputation.
I made friends with Jaksen (name changed for privacy) in my freshman year of high school. He was a bit older, being a senior at the time. We continued to be friends all the way into when I was a college student.
I joined his group of ‘gangsta’ friends. There’s no denying it. I felt like a badass, on top of the…
As a baby, I was raised by my mother and her sister.
I recall funny stories like being taken in a car seat to parties with my auntie. Or, like 2-year-old me at our home at my aunt’s apartment sliding down the staircase on my butt laughing as I landed with a thud on each carpeted stair.
It’s always an interesting thing to be told of true events from your own personal life that happened before you could really remember. It’s almost like imagining someone else’s story as they tell it, except that it’s yours.
My aunt definitely painted a…
The decision to write about this moment in my life was a difficult one. Primarily because it has shaped me so much into who I wholly am today. It has manifested into the composition of my mentality as a whole.
It is time for the story that may be difficult to understand for some and that may ring solid and true for others to be told.
Once I was of high school-age, the nights of my mother lying by my side as I told her every minute detail of my day in school soon crumbled into mere wrinkled fragments washed…
What do you think about when I say the word “mother”?
A kind woman with lips slightly upturned into a gentle smile rocking her baby to sleep with a sweet lullaby? Or maybe someone comforting a crying child assuring them that everything will be alright.
Most might associate words like nurturing, thoughtful, or caring, at least to the thought of an ideal mother.
And most know that the majority, if not all, mothers are far from ideal.
My earliest childhood memories of my mother’s reactions to my tears involve shutting me in a bedroom and telling me to come out…
The moment we realize that we are engulfed in an issue so deeply that it has become the rough deep sea is when we are able to step back to shore.