The gift of a new perspective_Whom You Leave Behind_Getting to know each other_A Christmas Story
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The gift of a new perspective
Warning: This story contains situations involving mental health issues, along with potential sensitive vocabulary for some...It sincerely felt unfeasible to thoroughly fathom why I withheld such a deleterious compulsion of self loathing. I depleted a drastically disturbing amount of time examining the way I was wired, along with religiously fault finding and criticizing my habits and behavior. I had substantial amounts of built up agony, animosity, and bleakness, towards not only the world, yet myself. I couldn't seem to triumph the battle against my own thoughts...Each time I looked in the mi...
Whom You Leave Behind
I plopped down at the bar. My favorite seat. The bartender noticed me and motioned that he’d be right over. I had beaten the rush and arrived before most of the other regular patrons.“What’ll it be? The usual?” asked the bartender.I nodded.“I just don’t know how you can drink that stuff! But, as the rules say, the customer is always right.”As he scurried away to get my drink, I turned around to survey the other customers. No one was dining yet, but the gaming tables pulsed with activity. Military personnel trickled in. A few of them laughed with each other as they walked. The war must be goin...
Getting to know each other
TW: Mental health, violence, self-harmOn a beautiful rainy Sunday, I finally mustered up the courage to ask her out. We went to watch a movie, that was fun. The date was nice, it went well. That's it. The movie's over. As the credits roll by, people start leaving the room, and soon enough it's just the two of us. To be completely honest, I don't know what compelled me to keep on sitting down and being silent, I just did. She seemed to feel the same way, so we just sat there, doing nothing but watching the big screen fade to black, the same color the rest of the room was engulfed in. As it al...
A Christmas Story
A Christmas Story“Come on, Mark. It’s Christmas. We need to celebrate.” The four of them pushed their way into the elevator and held it open for him.He stopped half-way there, fake-patted his pockets. “Go on, okay? I forgot something. I’ll be right behind you.” They booed him as the elevator doors closed. Mark turned the overhead lights off, leaving the office in the dreary glow of his desk lamp. After he did what he’d promised to do, he took a flask from his bottom drawer and took a long pull, then another, grimacing. A phone rang in the outer office gloom. “Nobody’s here!” he shouted out. ...