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Honestly, for a while, I thought I had everything sorted. I had an awesome job that I really loved. I was writing and slowly getting noticed. But then, reality kicked in—I lost my job, and no one cares about me on social media. In a world where everyone is all about themselves, subscribers and followers don't mean much. I'm just another number to them, just a face that popped up on their timelines and then just as qucikly disappeared. Just drifting around with everything els

I'm generally a happy and upbeat person, but I can't deny there are times when I feel like I'm not good enough for anyone or anything. Sometimes it feels like I'm just wasting my time and everyone else's because, honestly, who really cares about me and what I have to say? I've been reading a bunch of articles from different people, and they're seriously awesome. The stuff they talk about is so cool, and their minds are just brilliant. Their writing is top-notch. Then I start

******************** Lately, I've noticed a lot of people chatting about religion. It's one of those topics I usually avoid, but sometimes it really gets to me. You can often tell someone's religion by their behavior, clothes, and how they speak. Most people think that if you don't obviously belong to one of the big religions, besides Catholicism and Christianity, you must believe in God. That assumption always bothers me. Like when someone suggests we pray together or says t

I started my website a few months back. The only way I know how to advertise it is through social media. Of course, that’s way easier said than done. Why? Social media sites ban people for the silliest reasons all the time. I actually got banned from Substack just for sharing an article I wrote in someone’s comment section. And yet, I still get stuff like this. ******************** ******************** And here are his other wonderful comments. ******************** **********

******************** What Makes You a Writer? ******************** At some point, we all end up writing something, but that doesn't mean we all consider ourselves "writers." We write stuff in school, and at work, sure, but what does it take to actually call yourself a writer? Jeez, the number of papers people have to write in college is ridiculous. We write these really great research papers or essays or whatever it is because we’re forced to do it for a grade, and they can b

Why so serious all the time? I don't know either! I figured I'd throw in something a little cute and fun. Just to switch things up a bit. I homeschool my 9-year-old, and I am trying to teach her to become a writer, like her mom. I had her do an outline in the previous lesson. This is the story she came up with using that outline, along with my feedback. What do you think? Personally, I'd say she has a long way to go, but we'll get there. Lost Kitty Sophia was at the park in h

My brain sees ego as straight forward. It’s my consciousness. It is what makes me separate from everyone else. We all have an organic body. And if functioning correctly, it should all do the same thing. Yet, we are all still “different”, we can’t see out of other people’s eyes. Only our own. I ask myself all the time why I couldn’t have been born looking out of the eyes of many amazing people out there, but yet, here I am. The thing, that being, that allows me to see out of m

What even is beauty? I can give you a definition. “Beauty is the quality that gives pleasure to the senses or mind, encompassing physical appearance (like symmetry, healthy skin) and inner qualities (like personality, spirit), with modern concepts including holistic wellness, clean ingredients, diverse representations, and personalized routines.” There's nothing in there that says beauty is just one thing. Beauty is what we make it. It's not about a specific look; it's more

As I'm sitting here, trying to type this, my hands are shaking more than they usually do. I've kept this bottled up for so long. It's like there's a kid inside me, wanting attention, love, and to be heard, but all I've ever gotten back is an echo. Will anyone even care? That seemed to be the theme of my life. Maybe it's still the same now, I’m not sure. But maybe this will connect with someone. Maybe it'll help someone who's having tough times see a bit of light, even if it's