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Haley Felt shared a letter in the
Remembering those we lost/Grief group 1 months, 3 weeks agoI'll Be Seeing You
Haley Marie FeltSixty paces—the distance between the wear marks on the porch windowsill
to the stone coping beneath the cherry blossoms.From cold, wet nose kisses, punctuated by toe taps,
to the pungent pansies that now adorn his earthly bed.Four feet—forty-eight inches—the space from his head to my lap.
Yet—when I close my eyes, I’m met by his tender gaze.
I feel the weight of his head, the damp jowls,
the velvet of his coat against my skin.His warmth—lifting the weight of the day.
A kindred spirit, whose friendship I never questioned.
Sixty paces—a heart-rending farewell,
and a heartfelt hope: “I’ll be seeing you.” -
Heather shared a letter in the
To the people we love group 2 months, 1 weeks agoJust Us Three
HeatherLet’s go back to those nights of walking the neighborhood.
Of riding our bikes thru that same neighborhood bypassing the “scary” street.
Let’s go back to sitting in front of the TV playing video games til the sun comes up.
Go back to the days of driving around feeling like grown adults.
Let’s go back to those day trips that consist of music blaring thru the speakers. Our voices singing as loud as they can.
Go back to the nights of just us girls & the open road which led us to the unknown.
Let’s go back to those nights in our 20s of just dancing the night away with no cares in the world.
With the only thought of “will it be mimis or dennys” after the night is done.
Let’s go back to girls night in.
Banging drums. Tapping the microphone. & strumming the guitar.
Can we go back and just live for the moment?
For the simplicity.
For the joy.
Can we go back & just enjoy being present?
No rush for the next task.
No responsibilities that will consume our time.
Can we go back & just be?
Let’s go back & see.
Just us three. -
William Joseph shared a letter in the
Fictional Inspirational stories group 2 months, 3 weeks agoThe Illusion of Freedom: The Programmed Mind.
By William JosephThere was a time when humans walked with the stars, when our ancestors knew the language of the universe, and the whispers of the wind carried secrets only the wise could hear. But that time is gone. Not because we evolved, but because we were tamed.
We were once the architects of our destiny. Now, we are puppets on a stage we did not build, dancing to the rhythm of a song we did not compose. We speak of freedom, yet every choice we make is a pre-written script. We claim sovereignty, yet invisible hands dictate every aspect of our lives. We hail ourselves as the highest frequency in the universe, yet we have become the most programmed, the most predictable, the most easily controlled.
The Greatest Lie Ever Told
What is freedom if a system dictates the limits of your existence?
What is power if your decisions are governed by invisible rulers?
What is knowledge if every truth you consume has been carefully filtered before it reaches you?Humans believe they are free because they have been taught to believe it. But real freedom is not given—it is taken. And the greatest lie ever told is that we already have it.
From the moment we are born, we are assigned a name, a nationality, a set of beliefs. We are given a set of laws, a structure to abide by, and told this is the only way. Step outside of it, and you are punished. Question it, and you are silenced. Resist it, and you are erased.
We live in a world where those in power decide:
– Who you can love
– Where you can live
– How much of life you are allowed to experience
– Whether you will die free or as another statisticAnd still, we call this civilization.
The Programmed Mind: The New Age Slavery
There are no more chains, no more whips, no more shackles clamping down on wrists. The new form of slavery is more advanced, more sophisticated, more sinister.
The modern slave does not need a cage—he carries his prison in his mind.
The modern slave does not need chains—he enforces his own restrictions.
The modern slave does not need a master—he bows willingly to the system that controls him.Work. Sleep. Obey. Repeat. This is the cycle they have placed you in, a carefully crafted maze with no exit. They keep you exhausted, distracted, overstimulated with noise but undernourished with truth. They give you entertainment, so you never seek enlightenment. They give you comfort, so you never crave real freedom. They give you just enough hope, so you never realize you are trapped.
And the moment you begin to wake up, they call you insane. They brand you as rebellious, ungrateful, irrational. Because a slave who sees his chains is a threat to the master.
The Hidden Puppeteers
Every nation has a ruler, but the true rulers of the world are unseen. They do not wear crowns, they do not sit on thrones, they do not need recognition. Their power is not in their titles—it is in their ability to pull the strings while the puppets below dance, thinking they are moving of their own free will.
They own the banks that control the flow of your life.
They own the media that shapes your perception of reality.
They own the governments that write the laws you obey.
They own the pharmaceutical industries that decide whether you live in sickness or health.And you? You are a piece in their grand design. Not because they are stronger, not because they are wiser, but because they understand something you do not: The most powerful form of control is the one that does not require force.
They do not need to invade your land; they have already invaded your mind.
Breaking the Illusion
Not all are blind. A few have decoded the system, cracked the illusion, and seen the reality beyond the veil. They are the outliers, the rebels, the ones who refused to be programmed.
These are the ones who:
– Think freely, despite a world that tells them what to believe
– See beyond the distractions and search for deeper truths
– Live outside the system, even while existing within itThey are the true revolutionaries. Not the ones who march with signs, not the ones who scream in protests—but the ones who change their frequency, shift their awareness, and unplug from the illusion entirely.
Because the only way to win this game is not to play it at all.
Final Words: Wake Up Before It’s Too Late.
Most will live and die in the matrix, never knowing they were enslaved. But a few will awaken. And for them, life will never be the same again.
Because once you see the cage, you can never unsee it.
And once you taste real freedom, you will never settle for anything less.The question is—are you ready to wake up? Or will you go back to sleep, dreaming of freedom while living as a prisoner?
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Ruth Liew shared a letter in the
Remembering those we lost/Grief group 2 months, 3 weeks agoLetter to my Ex
Ruth LiewI am sorry that I couldn’t take all that is clay in you and throw it hard on some wheel
Turn a heavy mug with a nice curve
The kind everyone loves at craft fairsAnd I am sorry
That you couldn’t take all that’s sand in me
To apply mortar and water sufficiently
For a solid level
SlabMostly
I feel sorry
That our needs and lacks
Exceeded
Our expertise…. ….
With much regret I took from you
One ruby and two emeralds
Luckily you found tourmaline and garnets
To sustain you
And one diamond who is never disrespectful at the dinner tableI regret leaving our house of brick and mortar
For a trailer without a floor and a life without sleep
Honestly I was just glad to rest my head against a wall that didn’t shout
So I left anyway, regrets and all.Regretfully sorry,
The person that was Your Wife so long ago -
Kendra Bendewald shared a letter in the
Mental Health group 2 months, 4 weeks agoBi-Polar
Kendy BendewaldOutside my body
Looking in
It’s time to alert
My last of kinI’m not myself
Think I’ve gone crazy
The last few days
Have been quite hazyWhat am I thinking?
Have I gone nuts?
I’m acting insane
And I’m dressed like a slutMy middle finger
In the air
I’m drunk by noon
And i’ve cut my hairCouldn’t give a fuck less
If I get in trouble
Speed limit’s 30,
I’m doing doubleBlaring music
Hysterically screaming
Everything’s foggy
I must be dreaming
Met up with some new friends
Guess it’s high time to go ghost
On the people around me
That care about me the mostThey’ll know exactly
What this all means
They’ll try and stop it
And I’ll cause a sceneMy mom will exclaim
“Oh, fuck, she’s gone manic!”
And when you look at her face
You can see she’s started to panicBut what everyone here
Is failing to realize
Is that a manic episode
Is like winning the grand prizeI’m having a great time
I just quit my job
I’ve pounded a fifth
And i’m making kabobsI don’t wanna come down
I don’t wanna stop it
Won’t take medication
So you might as well drop itSo I’m watching my alter
Destroy all that I’ve built
She won’t even slow down
Doesn’t understand guiltGive it a week
And I’ll snap back to reality
But I’ll be so fucking depressed
That I’ll crave that mentalityNo one can wake me
For almost a week
But when they finally do
I’m empty and bleakI’d rather be mental
Blissfully crazy
Than low, sad, or sleepy,
Vacant and lazyIt’s no easy task
Living life with bi-polar
Cause when she gets on a good one
Even I can’t control herStyle Score: 80
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Martha Moore shared a letter in the
Mental Health group 3 months agoPlanted Roots
Martha MooreDeep inside
You’ve planted roots
I can feel you taking over
I am a subject in your kingdom
You are the king and queen of my whole being
Darkness that no light can penetrate
My ruler, my Lord, my curse
You grow bigger and stronger everyday
I simply wither away
Hoping to stand clear of drowning
There is no place in my mind to feel safe
To be safe
I am a haunted house
Controlled by you
Never ending reels in my house of horror
Never forget
I’m trapped in my past
I can’t find my way back home -
Lillith Campos shared a letter in the
Mental Health group 3 months agoFor Emily
Lillith Raine CamposThis was written November 26th, 2020. I had been struggling with the death of a friend; it happened to hit a little too close to home for me. I had a sense of survivor’s guilt. I felt that it should have been, could very easily have been me. It wreaked havoc on my mental state for months, thus my therapist suggested writing this in her memory. I remember it as if it happened yesterday, my therapist being so compassionate but also cautioning me, bracing me, making sure I understood that being a part of this community, Emily will not be the only person I lose to suicide or even murder. We as trans people do not have a long-life expectancy.
So, we need a little back story. I met Emily in December in a support group on Facebook for depression, anxiety and suicide. She is a transgender woman like myself. She is 25 years old and would have been 26 this month. Her and another transwoman we met in that group bonded rather quickly over not just our suicidal ideations, self-harm and depression, but also from all 3 of us sharing the trials and tribulations of being transgender in this shit hole of a country.
Her family disowned her for being trans, and very rarely used the correct pronouns. She was kicked out of her home yet was able to find an apartment where she lived in Atlanta. She hated being trans. She was happier on hormones of course but still hated the fact she was not a cis woman. She was in enormous debt from so many medical Bill’s due to numerous suicide attempts and being hospitalized in psych wards. In the 4 months we knew each other she probably spent 5 or 6 weeks in a psych ward. She was of the mind she would fake it until she made it, meaning whatever she had to do to get off suicide watch. She swore once her medical bills were paid off, she would end it. She planned to wait because she did not want to stick the family that disowned her with the medical bills.
She was always thinking about others and loved to please people. We all became very close in such a short amount of time. When she was in the psych hospital, we would call daily to check on her. She attempted three times in the time I knew her, once with a noose but the rope broke. Twice with pills, the last one resulting in seizures and a hospital stay before another psych stay.
We had an agreement between the three of us. We knew how depressed we were. We knew we all longed for death, and we hated how people were trying to keep us alive when all we wanted was to die. How could people be so selfish? So, we gave each other permission to die. We would not try to talk each other out of it because we understood each other. We agreed that what we would do was to at least say goodbye to the others in the group. Give the others a chance to say goodbye and that we love each other one last time. That did not happen. Emily left us and we did not get to say goodbye to her.
I really want to be mad at her for that, but I understand her pain. I understand her fear that we would try and talk her out of it. I am so very sad that I lost her, but I am comforted in the knowledge that she Isn’t suffering anymore. Emily confided in me outside of our group chat a couple of times that one thing that was keeping her going was she did not want others to be sad about her loss. And that she feared Rose (the other one in our group) would kill herself if in fact either one of us did kill ourselves. Rose mentioned as much that she would do that.
We must do better as humans. Misgendering takes such a toll on us. The things we go through daily wears us down every day, and it seems like this entire country is on a witch hunt with us being the witches (I’m pagan but people just say witches). We are slowly being killed off by mental illness due to the struggles of being transgender. And those struggles, those mental illnesses are caused from outside influences 99 percent of the time.
We need to talk about this more openly. So many suffer from depression and suicidal ideation. We must remove the stigma from this topic. People have to stop being afraid to talk about it. RIP Emily Nicole Brown. I will miss you.
Here Is the link to her blog. You will get a better mindset of her thinking. http://www.emilythetransgirl.wordpress.com
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William Joseph shared a letter in the
Fictional Inspirational stories group 3 months agoThe Origin of Evil
William josephEvil is not an entity. It is not a being, nor a force that moves on its own. It does not float through the universe, waiting to strike. Evil is born. And it is born inside us—not as something separate but as something we create, shape, and give life to through emotions we fail to control, thoughts we refuse to confront, and actions we justify in moments of weakness.
At the root of every evil act, you will find a wounded emotion—someone betrayed, angered, humiliated, or broken. In that moment of pain, they make a choice. A choice that carries weight. A choice that alters reality.
The Role of Emotions in the Birth of Evil
Emotions are tools, nothing more. They are meant to guide us, like a compass navigating the currents of life. But just like fire, they can either warm and illuminate or burn and destroy. And here lies the truth: Evil is never born from happiness. It is a byproduct of suffering.
A person who is happy, at peace, and fulfilled naturally makes choices that align with harmony. It is rare—almost impossible—for a truly happy person to intentionally harm someone. Evil does not breed in joy. It breeds in pain.
Pain clouds judgment, poisons logic, and blinds the spirit. It convinces a person that destruction is justified, that revenge is righteous, that cruelty is strength. Pain is the doorway where evil enters.
Think about it:
• When does a man decide to kill? When his anger, fear, or jealousy blinds him.
• When does a woman decide to destroy? When betrayal, bitterness, or grief consumes her.
• When does a child become cruel? When their suffering teaches them that cruelty is power.Pain fuels destruction. And the greater the pain, the stronger the reaction. This is why when a person is deeply hurt, their immediate decisions are almost never rational. Their actions come from raw emotion, not thought.
Now, some will ask: What about those who are born evil? The ones who harm without reason? The ones who kill without provocation?
The answer is simple: No one is born evil. But some are programmed to become it.
The Generational Cycle of Evil
Some people do not need pain to be cruel. They do not need betrayal to deceive, nor loss to destroy. Their actions seem driven by something deeper, something instinctual. But even they are not born evil. They are programmed into it.
• A child raised in chaos learns chaos as truth.
• A mind exposed to cruelty accepts cruelty as normal.
• A soul deprived of love forgets what love feels like.This is how evil moves through generations—not as an inherent trait, but as a repeated pattern. The sins of the past embed themselves in the present, rewriting the mind before it has a chance to form independently.
And unless broken, this pattern continues, spreading like a disease across bloodlines, across civilizations, across time itself.
Yet, there is always a choice. Always.
No programming is absolute. No destiny is fixed. Even the deepest darkness can be undone—but only by those who see it. And this is why most do not change—because they do not recognize the chains they wear.
The Illusion of Justified Evil
Here is where things get dangerous: Most people who commit evil do not believe they are doing wrong.
Evil does not announce itself. It does not say, I am destruction. Instead, it whispers:
• I am justice.
• I am necessary.
• I am right.No one believes they are the villain in their own story.
• The man who seeks revenge believes he is delivering justice.
• The leader who oppresses people believes he is securing order.
• The woman who manipulates others believes she is protecting herself.This is the great deception—evil rarely sees itself as evil.
When emotion controls the mind, logic bends to fit its desires. And when logic bends, reality distorts—a distortion where cruelty becomes necessary, where harm becomes justified, where destruction becomes an act of self-righteousness.
The greatest evils in history were not committed by people who thought they were wrong. They were committed by those who believed they were right.
But the truth is simple:
If your pain is controlling your decisions, you are not in control. You are being controlled.
How to Break Free from the Cycle of Evil
If emotions give birth to evil, then the only way to fight evil is to master emotions.
Not to suppress them—not to pretend they don’t exist—but to understand them and use them wisely.
1. Recognize your triggers. What emotions make you react instantly without thinking?
2. Pause before action. The biggest mistakes in life happen because people act in the heat of emotion. Learn to wait. Learn to breathe.
3. Detach from the illusion of control. Many people act out of pain because they feel powerless. But power does not come from controlling others—it comes from controlling yourself.
4. Rewrite your programming. If your bloodline has a history of destruction, it is up to you to end it. Awareness is the first step. Choice is the second. Action is the third.
5. Do not trust your emotions in the moment of pain. If you make decisions while you are hurt, angry, or afraid, you are handing your power to the very thing you are trying to escape.Final Thought: The Truth About Evil
Evil is not a monster hiding in the dark. It is not an external force waiting to attack.
It is simply what happens when emotion overpowers wisdom.
No one is born evil.
But anyone can become it.
The question is—who is in control? You or your emotions?
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William, this gives me a lot to think about. I’ve always assumed that some people are simply born evil, with killers such as Dahmer and Bundy as prime examples. You make an excellent point though! I think that your points about how to break free from evil could truly help someone as long as that person is ready to make the change. Thank you for sharing!
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I appreciate your openness to these ideas. It’s not always easy to reconsider long-held beliefs, but understanding the roots of evil can help prevent it from taking hold in ourselves and others. Thanks for taking the time to reflect on this!
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Vicki Lawana Trusselli shared a letter in the
Mental Health group 3 months, 1 weeks agoPSYCHOLOGY OF PROJECTION
Vicki Lawana TrusselliDear Unsealed,
PSYCHOLOGY OF PROJECTION
The theory of the psychology of projection is a phenomenal viral situation in 2024.
There are people who project their ill feelings, anger, insecurities onto the closest empath standing in their way.
You spewed obscenities at me that day
As you do everyday
you blame me for your failed attitude
that is not subdued
I ask you why
Why do you project your insecurities onto me
You reply
It’s all your fault
It’s my fault you say
No, you just caught
In another lie
I sigh
Why?
You yell at me
You are nothing to me
So, let it be
I cry
I say
No
I could be your fake friend
Until the end
So, then you yell
To me
Not let it be
But cruel words of anger
That makes you a danger
To my world
To your world
To all worlds
As you carry on
With your blaming me
For your misdeeds
Of unconscious reprimanding me
Or any other empath
The victim of your wrath
You are jealous and angry
You sit around spewing obscenities
Of hate and bigotry of amenities
And talents of other people on Earth
So, tell me,
For what it’s worth
How do you wake up everyday
To your vile words of insanity
Of what may be your reality
To trash the Earth
With your dark soul
Of cruel intentions of old
As your soul was sold
To the vile fiery hell of hades
Of your life of death,
Here what I say.
Your dark empty vessel of skin
Can not win
You are the demon of Earth
For what it’s worth
You are not anything
You are a blank empty soul
Of nothing
But your lies
Your ego
You cry, you scream
At me
Let it be
You are the epitome of humanity
Garbage dump
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Vicki, I’ve never given much thought to the psychology of projection, but I can see how feelings projected onto an empathetic person would be detrimental to his or her well-being. When people with darkness inside them feel the need to bring down those who would do them no harm, it really shows their true nature. I hope that, as an empath, you can…read more
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I am working on that with my therapist
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Heather shared a letter in the
Remembering those we lost/Grief group 3 months, 1 weeks agoPersonal Bodyguards
HeatherWhen I see a tiny lizard or a gecko on the sidewalk, I see you & smell the softness of pancakes cooking in the kitchen.
When I see a black cat, I see you & instantly smell gingerbread cookies baking in the oven around Christmas time.
When I see a white Chevy truck, I see two young girls sitting in the bed of the truck embracing the moment of the wind blowing amongst their tiny faces after a fun filled day in the snow
When I see elder men wearing their “Veterans” hat, I see you standing before me. I feel the softness in the air. I see the gentleness of your soul standing amongst the crowd. I thank that individual for their service as I walk away.
When I see the color purple out in the world, I see you. When I’m at work & hear similar words from my clients, I think of you standing before me. When I see the card game “Go Fish” being played, I see two younger girls sitting at their grandmother’s table laughing til their tummy hurts.
When I see a yellow tractor, I see a young adult enjoying the time being spent with their grandfather. When I see a blue truck, I see you & start singing those old country songs we’d sing together.
No matter where I go in life, I see you.
I see all of you!
Wherever I go, you are right there guiding the way. The way to clarity. To beautiful blessings. To happiness. To calmness. To love.No matter the length of missing you, the memories, all of the memories will forever be shared.
Wherever I go in life, I know I have several bodyguards guiding me along my path. Protecting me.-
Heather, this piece makes my heart smile. We all have little ways of remembering those we lost in our day-to-day lives, and it brings us so much comfort. Whenever I see a butterfly hover near me, I feel like my aunt is giving me a hug. When I see a red bird, I feel comforted by my granny’s presence even though she’s been gone for years. Our…read more
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Heather shared a letter in the
Mental Health group 3 months, 1 weeks agoDear Anxiety
HeatherHold my hand. Gently grab these fingers and walk with me.
I have something to share with you.
Let’s go for a walk.I know it’s in your nature to save me. To protect me.
I’m here to let you know, it’s okay.
I understand your job, but right now, your job is on hold.
I’ve got this now.
It’s time for you to take a break.I know it’ll be hard for you to come to terms with it, but I’m okay.
I’m safe now. I’ve found the middle ground.
You don’t need to cover me with your comfort shield.
I’ve got this. I promise.You can go lay down and rest.
Shut your eyes.
Silence the noise.
Relax.Sincerely,
Me-
Heather, I also suffer from anxiety and I can relate to what you wrote so much. Though our anxiety serves a purpose- to keep us safe and prepared- it also prevents us from finding joy in the uncertainties of life. Like you, I hope to find a middle ground that allows me to relax and enjoy my life while still being cognizant of what goes on around…read more
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William Joseph shared a letter in the
Fictional Inspirational stories group 3 months, 1 weeks agoA Journey to Self-Discovery
William josephYou Discover to Recover .
Life is not about waking up, working, eating, and sleeping. It is not about surviving day by day without questioning why you are here. Life is a journey of self-discovery. It is about peeling back everything that has been placed upon you—your name, your culture, your beliefs—and finding out who you truly are.
Many people go through life lost, not because they are incapable, but because they have never taken the time to discover themselves. They live based on the expectations of their parents, society, religion, and culture, never realizing that all of these things are external influences. But the truth is, you are more than your identity. We must awaken to the realization that we are not just physical beings, but spiritual entities, connected to the universe and all its wonders. This journey of self-discovery is the foundation upon which we build our lives, and it’s crucial that we grasp these fundamental concepts to unlock our full potential and fulfill our divine purpose. You must discover yourself to recover from all the confusion, limitations, and doubts that the world has placed upon you. Only when you truly know yourself can you live a meaningful life. This journey is about unlearning what you thought was you and stepping into the truth of who you really are.
1: Who Are You? (Beyond Your Name and Identity)
The first step in self-discovery is asking: Who am I?
Most people believe they are their name, their nationality, or their religion. But if you remove those things, what is left? Who were you before you were given a name? Who were you before you were taught to think a certain way? The truth is, you are not your identity—you are the one experiencing the identity. You are not your body—you are the one inside the body. You are not your thoughts—you are the one watching the thoughts. As we delve deeper into our inner world, we’ll discover that our true essence is not just a physical body, but a multidimensional being, consisting of body, mind, and spirit. We are a spark of the divine, a droplet of the infinite ocean, and our true nature is connected to the universe and all its wonders. We must discover who we are, what we stand for, and what our values and principles are.
How to Discover Who You Truly Are
1. Question everything. Why do you believe what you believe? Did you choose it, or was it given to you?
2. Spend time alone. Without distractions, you begin to hear your own voice.
3. Observe yourself. Notice your emotions, your habits, and your instincts. They tell you more about yourself than words ever can.
4. Listen to your intuition. Deep inside, you already know who you are. The problem is, the world has silenced that voice.
Once you begin to separate yourself from the labels placed upon you, you will start to feel lighter because you are returning to your true self.
Step 2: Where Are You? (Understanding Your Environment)
Once you know who you are, the next question is: Where are you? Not just physically, but spiritually, mentally, and emotionally.
Your environment is not just the place you live—it is everything around you that shapes your mind. The people you talk to, the beliefs you hold, the energy that surrounds you—all of these things influence your growth. By recognizing our place in the world, we can begin to appreciate the complexities and nuances of our existence. We are not separate from the world around us, but an integral part of it. We are connected to the earth, the air, the water, and the fire, and our actions have a profound impact on the delicate balance of nature. We must understand our role in the world, our responsibilities, and our contribution to the greater good.
How to Discover Where You Are
1. Look at your surroundings. Are they helping you grow or keeping you trapped?
2. Pay attention to your emotions. Do you feel free, or do you feel stuck?
3. Check your energy. Are you in a place where your true self can thrive, or are you just surviving?
A seed planted in the wrong soil will never grow. The same applies to humans. If you are in an environment that limits your mind, you will never evolve. Sometimes, the only way to truly discover yourself is to change where you are. If your surroundings do not support your growth, you must seek out a new space—mentally, emotionally, or even physically.
Step 3: Why Are You Here? (Discovering Your Life Purpose)
This is the question that separates those who live with meaning from those who simply exist: Why are you here? No one is here by accident. Every soul that enters this world has a purpose, a role to play in the grand design of the universe. But most people never find their purpose because they never ask the right questions. Your purpose is not just about having a job or making money. It is about what you give to the world, what you create, what you build. It is about the energy you bring to others and the mark you leave behind. We must discover our mission, our vision, and our reason for being. This self-awareness will guide us to live a life that is authentic, meaningful, and help us fulfill our divine purpose.
How to Discover Your Purpose
1. Look at what excites you. What do you love doing, even when no one is watching?
2. Pay attention to what people come to you for. What do others naturally seek your help with?
3. Think about what challenges you’ve overcome. Your greatest struggles often prepare you for your greatest purpose.
4. Listen to your inner voice. What is that one thing you’ve always felt called to do?
Purpose is not something you find—it is something you uncover. It has always been inside you, waiting for you to remember it.
The Truth About Life
Many people search for meaning in books, religions, and other people. But the truth is, the answers you seek are already inside you. The problem is, most people are too distracted to listen. Life is not about waiting for something to happen. It is about actively discovering who you are, where you are, and why you are here. Because the moment you answer these three questions, everything changes. You stop living in fear. You stop following the crowd. You stop searching for validation. As we navigate this journey, we’ll encounter various spiritual principles that will guide us on our path. We’ll discover the law of attraction, the power of intention, and the importance of mindfulness. We’ll learn to cultivate gratitude, compassion, and forgiveness, and we’ll understand the value of living in the present moment
You become who you were always meant to be.
So start today. Discover yourself. And in doing so, recover the life you were meant to live.-
William, this piece is full of excellent advice, especially for those of us who sometimes feel as if we are coasting aimlessly through life. Self-discovery really is one of the most important parts of learning to love ourselves, and you’ve detailed a solid path toward living the life we were meant for. Thank you for sharing your thoughts!
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William Joseph shared a letter in the
Fictional Inspirational stories group 3 months, 2 weeks agoThe Illusion of the Future
William josephA Reflection on Existence
The concept of the future is one of the greatest deceptions ever accepted by the human mind. We are taught from childhood to believe in it, to chase it, to plan for it, as if it is something real, something tangible, something awaiting us. But the truth is, the future does not exist. It never has. It is nothing more than a thought, a projection of the mind that keeps us distracted from the only thing that has ever truly existed: the present moment.
We live under the illusion of time, dividing it into past, present, and future, as if these are separate realities when in truth, they are all the same. There is no past. There is no future. There is only NOW Whatever you call the past was once NOW. Whatever you call the future will only ever arrive as NOW. So what, then, is the difference? There is none.
The Deception of Time
Human beings have created clocks, calendars, and timelines to measure existence, but energy, the very essence of life, does not move in a straight line. It is not bound by beginning or end. It simply IS Everything you have ever been, everything you will ever be, already exists within you right now. Time is not a force of nature; it is a mental construct, a tool designed to help us function within this three-dimensional world. But a tool is not reality.We deceive ourselves into believing that the future holds something different, something more, something greater. “One day, I will be happy.” “One day, I will have everything I need.” “One day, I will understand.” But that one day never comes. Because whenever it does, it is no longer the future, it is just another NOW If you cannot enjoy something now, you will never enjoy it at all.
What About the Past?
If there is no future, does that mean there is no past? Yes. Because past and future are two sides of the same illusion. The past is nothing more than a memory, a story we tell ourselves, shaped by perception, colored by emotion. It does not exist outside of our minds. Just like the future, it is a projection. We say, This happened, but all that truly exists is our remembrance of it right now.And yet, everything is energy. Energy is not born, nor does it die,it simply changes form. It has no beginning, no end, and no direction. If something has no origin and no destination, how can it have a past or a future? It cannot. The only reality is the infinite unfolding of energy, experienced through the limited perception of human consciousness.
The Purpose of Human Existence
So why are we here? Why this world, this experience? Because Earth is a gathering place for energy. Everything you see, everything you touch, everything you ARE it is all energy, interacting, reflecting, learning from itself. You do not know yourself without me, just as I do not know myself without you. Our existence is defined by the presence of others.Humanity is not just a species, it is a stage in consciousness. A temporary phase, a learning process. When our understanding of this world is complete, when we have taken all we need from this form, we transcend. We evolve into something else, something higher, something more refined. Perhaps an angel, perhaps a god, perhaps something beyond even our current imagination.
But the transition is not automatic. The energy you cultivate here determines what you become next. You could ascend into higher consciousness, or you could descend into something darker. A monster, a lost spirit, a force trapped in endless cycles of confusion. The choice is yours, shaped by the awareness you develop while in this body.
The Only Truth
So if the future does not exist, and the past is only a memory, what is left?Only THIS; This moment, this breath, this feeling. The only purpose, the only true responsibility we have, is to make this existence meaningful. Not by waiting for the future, not by being trapped in the past, but by understanding the now. Because this is all there is, and all there will ever be.
William Joseph
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William, this is so thought-provoking and important. I never thought about it before, but you are right that there isn’t really a “future”…just an idea that has yet to occur. While this might seem a little bleak at first, your words suggest otherwise. This really just means that we need to be present and find meaning in everything we do. Thank…read more
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Exactly! The future is nothing more than a concept a possibility that has yet to unfold. When we realize this, we free ourselves from the illusion that we are waiting for something external to change our lives. It’s not bleak at all—it’s actually liberating.It means that right now is all we ever truly have, and what we do with this moment is wh…read more
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William Joseph shared a letter in the
Fictional Inspirational stories group 3 months, 2 weeks agoThe illusion of Quietness
William JosephTo those who seek silence,
There is a belief—a fragile, deceptive belief—that somewhere, somehow, quietness exists. That if one escapes far enough, buries themselves deep enough in solitude, or stills their mind with enough discipline, they will finally find it. But the truth is, quietness is an illusion. You will never know this until you become quiet yourself.
The moment you sit in what you think is silence, you realize—there is no such thing. The world hums, vibrates, whispers beneath its breath. The wind murmurs through the trees. The walls creak as if sighing under the weight of time. Even your own body, the very thing you seek to still, betrays you—the steady rhythm of your breath, the pulsing of your blood, the subtle ringing in your ears that you had never noticed before. Even in the most desolate places, there is sound.
And yet, in the modern world, we are so flooded with distractions that we do not even recognize the absence of quietness. Noise has become our default state. The endless hum of technology, the constant barrage of notifications, the artificial voices that demand our attention—these things do not just fill space, they erase our ability to perceive true presence. Social media, smartphones, and the digital world have not just taken our attention; they have stolen our ability to experience memory in its purest form. When noise never stops, reflection never begins.
Memory itself is tied to quietness. True recollection happens in stillness, in the absence of external noise. But how can one remember when they are never still? How can one reflect when their mind is constantly being filled with artificial chatter? The ability to be alone with one’s thoughts has become a lost art, drowned beneath the never-ending stream of information.
And what of death? If one cannot find quietness in life, can they find it in death? Perhaps not. For even then, the soul is energy, and energy never truly rests. Frequency exists beyond the physical, and who is to say that the afterlife is not just another form of vibration, another realm of sound beyond what we can perceive? Silence, true silence, may not even belong to the dead.
So, if quietness is an illusion, what is left? Awareness. To recognize that you will never escape sound, that you will never truly silence the world, but that in understanding this, you can choose which sounds you allow into your mind. You can choose to hear yourself beyond the noise. And maybe, just maybe, that is as close as we will ever come to quietness.
William Joseph
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William Joseph, I have never read anything so deep,relatable, enticing, and engaging! Awesome work! 👌🏾
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Thank you so much! I truly appreciate your words. It means a lot to know that the message resonated with you. My goal is always to spark deep thought and reflection, and if even one person connects with it on that level, then the purpose is fulfilled. I believe that when we challenge the way we see the world, we open doors to new levels of…read more
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William, it is so true that quietness is simply an illusion. Even when we are alone in our thoughts, our minds refuse to stop making noise. I love that you acknowledge that while we can never truly quiet the noise, we can determine what noise we allow into our lives. This is the only way we can find true peace. Thank you for inspiring me!
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Exactly! Silence isn’t the absence of noise it’s the ability to control what noise we allow in. Our minds will always be active, but we have the power to filter distractions and focus on what truly matters. That’s where real peace begins. I appreciate your insight! Keep embracing that awareness.
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Noirerequiem shared a letter in the
To the people we love group 3 months, 2 weeks agoMy Letter 2 Music
AmbitiousBMarieDear Music,
You have been my first love, my most loyal companion, and my greatest storyteller. Before I even knew how to express myself fully, you spoke for me. You carried my joy, my pain, my anger, and my healing in melodies, in beats, in lyrics that felt like they were written just for me.
When the world felt too loud, you gave me rhythm. When silence was too heavy, you filled it with sound. You have never judged me for how I felt-you simply embraced me, wrapped me in harmonies, and let me be.
You have been my bridge to places I have never been, to people I have never met. You break barriers, crossing languages and cultures, bringing souls together in a way nothing else can. Through you, strangers have become family, and stories have been passed down like sacred traditions.
Whether I was dancing in joy, drowning in sorrow, or standing in quiet reflection, you have always been there. Guiding me. Holding me. Reminding me that I am not alone.
Thank you for your presence in every stage of my life. For being my escape, my therapy, my celebration. Thank you for giving me the courage to tell my own stories. I will always love you. I will always need you.Forever Yours,
AmbitiousBMarie-
Music has a way of helping us through our struggles like nothing else can, whether we realize it or not. If I am feeling broken and I listen to a specific song, sometimes it has the power to give me the strength to repair myself. If my heart is aching, a few ballads help me remember that I am not alone. I am glad that music has such an impact on…read more
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Music is made from storytellers and poets like us. And it’s always great to appreciate it.
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Anita Williams shared a letter in the
Mental Health group 3 months, 3 weeks agoA Letter of Healing, Strength, and Spiritual Alignment
Anita A WilliamsLife has a way of forcing you into stillness. When everything around you crumbles, when the weight of the world feels unbearable, when you’ve given all of yourself and still feel empty—you are left with two choices: break, or rebuild.
I won’t lie. There were moments I felt like breaking.
I have battled PTSD, bipolar disorder, mood swings, and depression. Some days, I could barely pull myself out of bed. Some days, I felt like I was drowning in emotions I didn’t have the strength to explain. And yet, the world kept moving. Responsibilities didn’t stop, expectations didn’t pause, and people still pulled from me, unaware that I was running on nothing.
Last year tested me in ways I never imagined. I ended a relationship I deeply wanted. One I poured my soul into. And it broke me. Not just the loss, but the realization that I had given so much of myself, yet I was never truly seen, never truly valued. I walked away with nothing but exhaustion, drained of my love, my energy, and my spirit. And then, life didn’t give me time to heal. The weight of being out of work, the unexpected surgery, the long recovery, the piling responsibilities—it all came at once. I thought I could handle it. I thought I could push through, but when my body failed me, when I could no longer do the things I once did effortlessly, I had no choice but to sit in it. To feel everything I had been running from.
Preparing for my son’s graduation should have been a moment of excitement, a moment of celebration, but instead, I found myself withdrawing. I just wanted to be alone. I couldn’t explain it, but I didn’t want to be around people. That’s when I knew—I had to go back to therapy. I had to see my psychiatrist, get back on my medication, and take control of my mental health again. Because no matter how much I prayed, I had to also take action. Healing isn’t just spiritual—it’s mental, emotional, and physical.
And then this year, the surgery happened. I thought it would be simple. Something I could bounce back from quickly. But this surgery was nothing like I expected. It forced me into yet another level of surrender, another layer of patience, another reminder that healing has no shortcuts. I cry a lot. I get emotional, and sometimes it feels like the world is changing too fast, yet somehow, it also feels like we’re moving backward. There’s so much hate, so much anger, so much division. And as I get older, I realize that time moves whether we are ready or not. I used to picture myself in a different place by now. I thought I’d be married, settled, moving in a rhythm that felt secure. Instead, I find myself constantly adjusting, constantly learning, constantly relearning how to exist in this world.
And January—it never gets easier. In 2020, I lost my father. In December 2021, I lost my child. That kind of pain never truly leaves. It lingers. It shifts. Some days, it’s a whisper. Some days, it’s a storm. I wanted that baby so bad. So bad. And sometimes, that grief still knocks the air out of me. No matter how much time passes, I still feel the loss. I still cry. And I still ask God why. But through it all, my faith remains my anchor.
I am deeply spiritual. I trust in the Most High. I believe in the power of prayer, in the power of divine alignment. Not a day goes by that I don’t pray. I pray through my pain, through my uncertainty, through my grief. I light my candles. I speak to my ancestors. I trust that even in my hardest moments, I am never truly alone. And my advice to anyone experiencing something similar—love yourself first, pour into you, work on your healing, seek therapy, sit with your emotions, stop running. Search spiritually for God, pray, meditate, trust in divine timing. Don’t let your situation break your spirit. You are stronger than you feel in this moment. Always take a break for your mental, physical, emotional, and spiritual health. You cannot pour from an empty cup. Love will always come. You won’t have to chase it. You won’t have to question it. When it’s meant for you, it will align effortlessly. And above all, life is short—so enjoy it. Live. Love. Heal. Breathe. Be present.
I am still learning, still healing, still growing. But what I know for sure is this: I will not break. I will rise. I will love again. But this time, from a place of wholeness. And when the time is right, when my spirit is aligned, when my heart is open and whole—love will find me. Not through force. Not through desperation. But through divine alignment.
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Anita, you are such an inspiration. Your story is raw and real and I love that you don’t try to sugarcoat what you’ve experienced. Based on what you’ve written, you certainly have had more than enough reason to break. The fact that you are choosing to rebuild instead says so much about your strength and courage. Thank you for sharing your…read more
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Paige Walden shared a letter in the
Mental Health group 3 months, 3 weeks agoAngel on Fire
Paige WaldenIn the river of time, we drift and glide on life’s current, side by side.
We flow together, bound by routines and survival’s embrace, with some finding solace in their pace and others who bear burdens, heavy and wide.
Yet despite our different paths, the goal for all remains unchanged, to stay afloat and abide.We journey on this temporal stream, experiencing moments both shared and a dream.
For me, floating adrift for nearly three decades, it was in my recent path that I set myself ablaze,
consumed by flames of renewal, a heart reborn. In time’s river, I’ll continue to soar.In the scorch, I let myself burn, shedding the old, bitter me that yearned to extinguish God’s goodness within.
Anger and resentment threatened to consume,
plunging me into dark, endless gloom.
Yet, like a phoenix, I rose anew, enlightened, with self-awareness shining through.
From the ashes, l emerged, reborn and free,
snuffing out the flames that once consumed me.As I rise, the future’s dawn, In 2025, a new path drawn.
No longer bound by insecure ties, the past’s weight, I bid goodbye.
Goodbye to burdens heavy shadows, threatening to cave in on me,
goodbye to the whispers of names and flawed reflections;
I’ll let the flames of courage soar, And watch the past, forevermore.With gasoline, I’ll set it free,
from chain of doubt I’ll break with glee.
A resolution blazes, fierce and true,
In the horizon’s arms, I’ll soar anew.
From the ashes, I rise, wings spread wide,
embracing the sky, my spirit twirled.
Let it all burn, in the night’s embrace,
I’ll find my freedom, in this vast space.-
Paige, I absolutely love this poem! I love the idea of “burning” your past self so that you can find yourself in the present. By cutting the cords that bind us, we can embrace who we really are. I hope that you are able to find the freedom that you desire. Thank you for sharing this inspiring poem!
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This one personally is my favorite piece I ever wrote. Thank you so much for your words! I’m really glad I can share this and have it resonate with you and hopefully more! ❤️
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Sam Harty shared a letter in the
To the people we love group 4 months agoThis post is viewable by the Unsealed community only.
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Sam Harty shared a letter in the
Mental Health group 4 months agoThis post is viewable by the Unsealed community only.
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Noirerequiem shared a letter in the
Mental Health group 4 months agoDarkside of Suicide
AmbitiousBMarieI see you.
Not just the you they pretend to notice,
but the you that lingers in shadows,
weighed down by whispers that won’t hush.
The you that wonders if silence
is the only way to be heard.I won’t lie to you—
this pain ain’t easy to carry.
It seeps into your bones,
fills your lungs with the weight of nights
that stretch too long, too heavy,
too empty.I know the darkside.
The way it calls your name like a lullaby,
promising rest where the world
only offers war.
I know how it feels
when the walls close in,
when every breath feels borrowed,
when hope is a language
you forgot how to speak.But listen to me.
There are others who walked this road,
stumbled, fell, but still found their way.
Not because the weight vanished,
but because they learned—
somehow, some way—
to shift it,
to share it,
to bear it just one more day.So if tonight feels like the last chapter,
I beg you—
turn the page.Because the story ain’t done.
And neither are you.-
This is beautifully written. Your words have strong visibility in them that grasped me from beginning to end!. Especially important with this topic and wanting people to know their story doesn’t have to be done.
Very good job!
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Thank you so much. I appreciate it
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Marie, this poem is so powerful! I love that you took the time to write this for those who are struggling. You are so right that sometimes simply turning the page can bring a new light to the situation. Even when it feels like the end, the story is not finished! Thank you for encouraging those around you with your words. You’ve inspired me today!
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Thank You so much. I hope to reach people with my words
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“Story ain’t done and neither are you” that is beautiful thank you for writing this.
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