It’s about a personal journey of self-acceptance—recognizing your worth, letting go of self-judgment, and embracing who you truly are, flaws and all. This process often involves healing from past wounds, setting boundaries, and learning to speak kindly to yourself. Ultimately, it’s about building a healthy, compassionate relationship with yourself.

Well, no idea how I can get to be the best carpenter without having to go to school and become an apprentice. I am always a miss fixer kind of a person, you know. I fix people, I fix clogged sinks, I fix broken beds I mean that’s on my little level of knowledge. Anyway, there is one thing I really wish I could fix but I never will and maybe never will it happen. If I try getting screws, I have to get soft ones yet I don’t think they will work anyway. How I wish it was so easy to get in there, chisel it, smoothen the broken ages and glue them together The heart is a really funny organ that no science, fiction, no doctor, no witch doctor or no one will ever understand. Yes it can physically pain and that can get fixed medically but what about the emotional heartbreak? A heartbreak that feels like it’s broken in half, it feels like it’s dark in the socket, it feels like it’s empty, it feels like am imaginary laser wire is cutting through it every second of the day? THE SCREW?

I must urgently bring to your attention that this individual is now threatening Mariska Hargitay's son. If you have any connection to Mariska or her legal representation, I implore you to relay this message to them immediately. The safety of an innocent child is now at risk.It is crucial for anyone who sees this message to understand the gravity of the situation. My own safety is at stake, but the stakes have now risen to include a child's safety as well. We must break through the wall of enforced silence and systemic wrongdoing that allows such threats to continue.Thank you for your attention to this critical issue.Sincerely, A Survivor Demanding Justice

A poem of learning to grow and move on when someone you love is gone. Eventhough it feels like the most difficult thing in the world, one day you'll be able to think of them and smile.

People always assumed that I was a bad person. In truth I wasn't always this way. I used to be someone who hated to see others hurt, hated bullies, and hated hurting other people. I used to be so kind and caring, so generous, easy to take advantage of. I was always this way until I got tired of people stepping all over me.

This is written for those who felt like giving up. It's for those who need to see that what you go through doesn't have to weigh you done. Your past does not define who you are in the present or the future.

‘I’m a Christian who has for five years now struggled with the fact that I am predominantly attracted to men in what feels like the worst time to have both of those attributes. Christians say I’m going to hell, and Gay people can’t understand why I choose to remain in the faith. I constantly feel alone in this struggle, and in short… I’ve thought of ending it.’

I become pregnant by a monster. My life has always been rough around the edges but I’ve always survived. This one thing broke me so bad I’m still walking myself back to the woman I was once.

What is a self? This issue is a timeless debate in psychology, and for good reason: how is one to decide something that can not be seen? Well, as humans, we put our fate into things we can not see all the time, but what is a self? In my opinion, it is completely different for everyone. It is a value that is learned and not given. So…what is a self for me? What do I believe in? How do I know this? You’ll see these questions repeated in this essay.

In the quiet corners of a once-bustling oak table, a young mind finds more than just a place to eat; it becomes a classroom, a launching pad, and a mirror of growth. From decoding chemical equations to guiding a younger sibling through multiplication, each seat tells a different chapter of transformation. What began as a dining room centerpiece evolves into a silent witness of ambition, mentorship, and resilience. Want to know how one table can carry the weight of a family’s dreams? Pull up a chair, there’s a story waiting to be shared.

"What happens when your voice has been taken—or silenced for so long you forget how it even sounded? This is the raw beginning of reclaiming it. In this first Soul Stream entry, I share the truth behind spiritual silence, trauma, and healing—and why every voice matters. Especially the ones hidden in the dark. If you've ever felt broken, unseen, or like your story didn’t matter... this is for you."

The morning after your birthday, a quiet drive took an unexpected turn, leading you to a discovery that would change everything. What started as a tragic moment soon introduced you to a tiny survivor. This is the story of an extraordinary bond, a journey of unexpected lessons, and a profound connection to a departed loved one.

Well, while not staying consistent with journaling, I forgot that I had already started night journaling off and on. It's the second of last 2024 entry.

I am thrilled to be up-and-running here on AAP again. I'm still sorting through the newest questions for 'new content' posts. A big thank-you to those who've already written in. It isn't easy in our culture to a) admit we need help and it is then 10x harder to actually b) go out and seek it. I don't pretend to have all the answers or to know everything, but I know I can offer perspectives and ideas that people might not have considered themselves. Anyway; Have a good and safe weekend everyone, and enjoy this classic: DEAR ASK A PUNK - Hippie parents turned me and my husband into punks, but we still managed to get married, and now my husband and I, still punks, are turning our kid into… I have no idea what. I wish I could say my son was weird, or unique or at the very least interesting, but at nine years old (almost 10) he is odd only in that he's seems to be such a conformist by nature. What gives? My husband and I created a world of possibility for him and...[more]

Parenthood is a journey like no other, and no amount of preparation can truly equip you for it. There’s always that nagging thought in the back of my mind: how can I protect my little ones from the countless challenges the world throws their way? It’s a whirlwind of emotions, with a constant stream of thoughts racing through my head. I’d heard countless stories from other parents about the infamous “Terrible Twos,” but nothing could have prepared me for the reality of this stage. Each day brings new surprises and lessons, making this experience both challenging and incredibly rewarding.

This note encapsulates the feelings and behaviors of "myself". Feelings others can feel along with me by reading this note. Enjoy!

This is an excellent verse because it shows God’s authority in his true light. When no one else can do what he can do, then you need only call on his name for strength and clarity.

In the first half, I finish my pentacle! I also did some night journaling. The second half finished out July.

I hope you all enjoy a little introduction of myself, and I hope we can connect soon. I am excited to start this journey and share all of my crazy but amazing stories.

Rehab? Nope. Jail, nope! Hell? Possibly. *What the fuck* Punishment for not being able to pay fines on time and not being able to quit drinking . Leads to this?!? Relapse happens. People places and things are real. Respect is key. Self care is the number 1 ideal.