Teenage years
The Life of a Teenager: What You Need to Know
A teenager is a person who falls between the ages of 13 and 19. This age group is often associated with adolescence, which is the period of time when one goes through changes in physical and social development.
By mir quadeer sultan3 years ago in Confessions
Like Wheat
I was in a corner. There were too many of them around me. I didn't even have one girl by my side to help me fend off the wolves that were closing in. By wolves, I mean teenage girls. But even though I was outnumbered, I was cool. I was way cooler than they had any concept and there were reasons why I was not generally bullied by girls. It didn't matter that they were all years older than me, or that there were so many of them, or even that one of them hated me so much it was palpable. I could manage her. She was my cousin.
By Stephanie Van Orman3 years ago in Confessions
A HAIKU CALLED
This poem was inspired by the works of Kate Curry's blog regarding the Blue Chakra. You can view her website at: https://www.darngoodyarn.com/blogs/darn-good-blog/vishuddhi-the-throat-chakra-blue-color-theory#:~:text=The%20blue%20chakra%2C%20Vishuddhi%2C%20is,effectively%20use%20our%20creative%20energy.
By Princess Rev. Nnedi Iwuchukwu, M.Msc., LMT, LMI, MMP, Yogi 3 years ago in Confessions
Abandonment Issues & feeling safe
"Hey, I've got to leave for work soon" If you've heard this statement and it hits like a punch in the gut you might have similar problems to me. I am 20 years old and constantly pondering why I feel certain emotions when specific cycles occur and where they source in my childhood.
By Ami Merchant3 years ago in Confessions
THINGS FOUND AT ROCK STAR DEATH SCENES
THINGS FOUND AT ROCK STAR DEATH SCENES Some rock musicians are recognised as much for their flamboyant, premature, or just plain odd demises as for their great lives. Sadly, a rock star's lack of privacy often follows them into the afterlife since, as soon as they pass away, images, inquiries, and hypotheses surrounding their demise appear online. Fans will delve deeply into the stories behind the deaths of their rock idols today more than ever thanks to social media accessibility and humanity's age-old morbid fascination with death.
By Paul Smith3 years ago in Confessions
On the beauty of four-letter words
Four-letter words, the prompt said. Well that’s a struggle. No, not like that. I have lots of swear words swirling around my brain. I am a military-grade swearing machine. I mean, not to boast or anything, but I’m practically a walking verbal weapon. And because I swear in two different languages, my bombs land hard and shrapnel wide.
By Brigitte Pellerin3 years ago in Confessions
A Letter to 15 Year Old Me: 15 Years Later. Top Story - December 2022.
Hi Kelsey, I realize that these types of exercises are usually for the purposes of attracting other readers for the sake of "relatability." You and I both know that we are only "relatable" to a minority of people. I know that you have always felt like an outsider, you were never given any clear answers as to why that is. You just know that whatever you were getting bullied for is a bullshit reason. Your classmates will make up EVERY excuse in the book as to why that was; they will claim ignorance, the stupidity of youth, whatever the excuse of the week happens to be.
By Kelsey O'Malley3 years ago in Confessions
The Joy of Independence
My name is Nevaeh Keitt, an independent nineteen-year-old. I pretty much prepared myself for every prom and homecoming dance and I'm not used to the usual big family traditions anymore since my 10th-grade year of high school. I moved to Japan with my dad who was offered a department of defense job, who was also pretty much a hands-off dad except for when it came to my education, anything else I did on my own. I decided to give my life to Christ at the age of 10, taught myself how to do my hair, and how to become a confident young woman. I believe my sense of maturity and independence was born from a lack of relationship with my mom as a little girl. Ever since I could remember my parents were already separated and as I grew into a teenager I was mostly raised by my dad along with my sister while my mom moved to Atlanta. With my mom not there to style my hair, plan my birthday parties, or guide me from a woman’s perspective, as other moms did, I sometimes felt alone and different from other kids at my school. In middle school I found myself becoming my mom at times when I would be responsible for cooking meals, cleaning the house, and unfortunately overcoming obstacles through middle and high school. I say that it was unfortunate because my dad was not easy to talk to, he was not empathetic enough for me to open up to, which led me to try and deal with problems on my own. However, as I began to grow spiritually I surrounded myself with people who were strong in their faith and relationship with God such as my grandmothers. I truly believe that the exposure to my grandmothers prepared me for the unexpected journey I would take during the Summer of 2016 because I would constantly spend time with them and receive spiritual guidance before I knew that I was moving to Japan. While in Japan it was only my dad and me, my sister graduated from high school and I felt even lonelier. It was now time to become Mom 2.0 and I had no idea how I would survive in a different country with little to no family, no mother figure, and a new school to adjust to. Sadness would come over me so many times as I didn’t have any friends and felt responsible to fix my life. Although it was hard for me to realize, it was evident that God was working the hardest during that time in my life. During my junior year, I began to realize that even during this trial it was extremely important to not only place my hope in God but to take advantage of living in a different culture. I got involved with sports which allowed me to travel not only within Japan but to Korea, I did student council, national honor society, and became the Squadron Commander of the JROTC unit at my school. I built strong relationships with friends and teachers and found a tight-knit community. By the time I graduated from high school and started college my mom and I became closer, and I now take relish in knowing that God can fill any missing gaps from my life and strengthen me through those situations. Now, as a rising sophomore in college, I depend on God to control the path in my life however I believe that faith is nothing without work which is why I’ve decided to improve areas in my life that I can control and one of those areas happen to be public speaking which brought me to Toastmasters. I am so grateful for the way my life was mapped out because I wouldn't have the strength and courage to take these steps in living my best life. Although my mom was not active in my life most of the time and my dad was hands-off, don't feel sorry for me because I take joy in telling the story of my life and I take joy in being independent, and I take joy in the decisions that I’ve made, I take joy.
By Nevaeh 3 years ago in Confessions
Mindless Ramblings of a Depressed Mind
Chapter 1: The Sperm Donor My favorite quote from one of my favorite books is “We all create stories to protect ourselves” It comes from a book I found whilst finishing up high school. I found this book, due to a singer I had been a fan of since middle school, named POE. This will all make sense, I promise you. My fingers may or may not be crossed as I type any of these promises. As I am sure you are conscious of how the ADHD/Depressed brain is concocted. Welcome to the Mindless Ramblings of a Depressed Mind.
By Amber De’Ann3 years ago in Confessions
Mindless Ramblings of a Depressed Mind
Chapter 2: The Egg Donor Here’s to my mother. The woman who wouldn’t put up with a man cheating on her, however, took joy in making her daughter feel like she could never amount to anything. My mother, how exactly shall I describe her? Half woman, half goat, one hundred percent demon? I was very sheltered growing up. I remember sitting in a restaurant with my mother, a place we went to often. Occasionally one cook would come sit with us and talk. Denise, sure that name works. Denise seemed to know everyone. I remember after this cook departed from our table. Denise quietly whispered to me “never date a Greek man, they are known to cheat” Me not knowing what anything other “Greek and Man” meant was just left perplexed. Also, jokes on her, according to my DNA test I have some Greek in me. Also, a lot of my childhood was spent in Greek restaurants.
By Amber De’Ann3 years ago in Confessions
When Being Beautiful Isn't So Fun
My first boyfriend, David, broke up with me using the line, “I just don’t want to date anyone right now.” He was lying, but don’t worry, I didn’t believe him. I had a gaggle of girl cousins who did not like me for reasons I was very able to sympathize with. My sister had enchanted one of their boyfriends and earned the spite of the entire group. His loss was to be lamented as he was a complete buck. Even though no one expected it, I did lament with my spurned cousin, if only from a distance. If I'd gotten closer I could have lost a limb simply for being the younger sister of the girl who stole him. As a result, my cousins, who could not get revenge on my older sister, were more than willing to share the details of David’s defection with me. They described the situation sparing no detail: the girl he was with, the songs played at the dance I missed, everything.
By Stephanie Van Orman3 years ago in Confessions
