I'm a veteran, and I am more scared now than I have ever been since my time in the service. A man who has sexually assaulted a woman, was only sentenced to 6 months in county jail with the chance of getting out in 3 months.
I am a mother of 3 kids, 2 of them being girls. They are nowhere near the college age, but someday they will be. As of right now, all I have to worry about is scraped knees, hurt feelings, and sibling rivalry. One day, sooner than I liked to think, that's all going to change. As they grow older, because they are girls, they will need to watch how they dress, what they say to, and what they drink. Why because some boys/men will find it distracting, and some boys/men might take things the wrong way, or some boys/men might not want to hear the word no.
My daughters, or...
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From one warrior to another:
I don’t know your name, and I don’t need to know. But I refuse to call you the Stanford “victim” As someone who has also been called a “victim” I have come to learn that I am so much more than that, and so are you. You took one of the worst things a person could ever experience and turned it into a national uproar. You are not a victim, you are a warrior. You are a survivor, a fighter, an inspiration, a role model, a writer, a lighthouse guiding lost ships home. Do not let them diminish the warrior that you are by calling you a “victim”.
I read your story on a Saturday, while browsing Buzzfeed as I do every morning to wake myself up. About a paragraph in, I sat up in awe as I read through a story with a beginning which resembled my own in so many ways. In...
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Dear Depression, You've been with me for as long as I can remember. I wonder where you have gone now? Its scary. Most of the time it felt like someone else was controlling my body. You stole my thoughts and twisted and turned them into something else. You stole my life away from me. I am so scared of you coming back depression. Sometimes I am scared that you will come back to stay.
You left me as nothing, a broken shell of the girl I once was. I am not living with you depression.
But or dear depression..I want to thank you. Thank you for showing me there is life against all the dark in my life. You showed me that I am amazing. That I should not give up. You showed me that even on my worst days I can be my own anchor.
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I sit here, in my room, I am shaking, my chest is heavy, my heart is pounding, and I cannot breathe. I have just read your letter to Judge Aaron Persky. I am appalled. Frustrated, angry, sad, disappointed. I want to dissect your letter, paragraph by paragraph, and go through all of the things that I believe to be highly problematic.
In your first paragraph, you mention that you have known Brock Turner since childhood, and that Brock and his sister “seem like such good kids.” You mention that you know his parents and that they are well respected in their community, that they are “very cool and grounded parents.” You then proceed to write that if you had to choose one kid who you graduated with to be in this position, it would not be Brock, and that you can name off 5 other people that...
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I do not know you, where you’re from, or what your story is. I do not know what or who your heart is grieving. However, I do know how you feel and I am here to tell you that things do get better, no matter how many times the enemy tells you that they won’t. I know what you’re thinking..”you don’t know what I’ve gone through, what I’ve lost.” And you’re right, I most certainly do not know. But I do know what it is like to lose something that you can’t get back no matter how hard you try or how much money is in your pocket. I have experienced a lot of loss over the past few years and my heart has had to grieve many things in many different ways, which is why I am writing this letter to you. To tell you things that I wish someone would have said to me during these painful times.
First...
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Life is so difficult. Everywhere you turn it's some new stress; you're fighting with someone, you don't have enough money for that bill, that job you have just cut your hours, etc and nothing can really help you cope.
You've tried going back to old hobbies you once enjoyed but now they just seem dull and uninteresting. Nothing you once held dear has the same meaning anymore, and neither does life.
That feeling of being hopeless and alone is an emotion that seems to stick. No matter if you're even surrounded by people you love, you still feel that same empty feeling inside, overthinking those same thoughts you have when you're alone.
Nothing about depression is easy, it'll be a fight you'll always have to face through this short life we live. Tough decisions will have to be made...
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So, I’ve never been a person who gets involved in arguments on the internet; it seems to me that most people are so entrenched in their own viewpoint that nothing is going to change it, so why bother? Recently however, something that really hits home for me has become a topic of discussion and I feel I really need to speak my mind. Before I do however, I feel I should introduce myself, let you get to know me a little.
Hello, my name's Bill. I'm a pretty average white Canadian male. I love hockey, like baseball and am fairly indifferent to football. I love cars, I raced stock cars for a number of years, and while I wasn't in any danger of being recruited to Nascar, I managed to win a handful of races before giving it up a few years ago. I have a decent job, I'm certainly not...
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Dear Mom,
You always had a way of making me the bad guy. Your booze, boyfriends, and son came first. Wake up, go to the boyfriend. Later on go to work to see other boyfriend and begin the drugs. Come home take care of your son and begin drinking. Every night. Gone for hours, not coming home until 2 or 5 in the morning . Thank you for showing me the priorities that I know will NOT be put in my life. Thank you for showing me how to NOT treat my oldest child.
Always going from man to man ever since I was little, each had their own gift for you. Let it be drugs, money, or a free babysitter when you were out screwing everyone else. Those poor guys, some actually loved you. But they all saw how I wasn't really a part of your life. They all saw how I was put to the side. Everyone kept saying...
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You sent me a message saying “I miss you.” I’d like to say “I told ya so! I knew you would miss me!” However, I know that’s not true. You see, I’ve become a bit of a sideline expert on Narcissistic Personality Disorder (NPD), thanks to you. When the therapist in 2010 told me her suspicions that you are one of the less than 2% of the population who suffers from NPD, I researched NPD – reading countless articles and literature on it. And suddenly, all the misery you put me through during our "marriage" made sense. Only, the therapist was wrong on one point. YOU were not “suffering” from NPD. You merely HAVE it. It’s the rest of us around you who suffered from your having it. I learned and accepted a very hard reality in 2010. You NEVER loved me - because you are not capable of...
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Dear Harambe,
I would like to apologise to you, on behalf of a species to which I belong, for your untimely and unnecessary death. I did not know you, I do not know much of your species myself but what I do know and understand is that you had a soul. You had feelings and emotions, you had instinct and once upon a time you may even have had freedom if it weren't for us.
You have become very popular today, I would say you've gone posthumously viral. Unfortunately this popularity is due to your forced departure from this very sad world. We have all watched videos and seen how a young child, left unattended by irresponsible parents, fell into your enclosure in the zoo where you were kept. We watched you take the child, hold him a little tighter than he is used to, stand by him and even...
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