This note is a checklist of keeping up with your health with daily tips that should later be a life style

Sometimes it takes a long time to get good at something but once you do then you build momentum and continue forward don't ever stop don't let the daily life obstacles get in your way you have a goal and you are going to achieve it

The quick sand is pulling her deeper and deeper in. The more she fights the tighter it gets. Is she going to receive help? Is she going to hold onto her faith?

If you’ve ever felt guilty for changing, this piece is for you. So many women hold themselves back out of fear of being called fake, inconsistent, or “too much.” But real growth doesn’t always look pretty, sometimes it looks like walking away, getting quiet, or starting over. This article is a reminder that reinvention isn’t a weakness. It’s a power move. Read this when you need permission to evolve without apologizing for it.

This is a poem I recently wrote about moving away for college. The fear of losing people I have known for years as I see them less

The awakening of spiritual understanding and elevated levels of consciousness is not an easy path, it will be challenging, but you will be so glad you undertook this journey as you gain more and more profound realizations.

I dont remember much from the worst of it. I remember the sickness. I remember the body aches. I remember the tremors. I remember waking up and starting a fight with my husband. Id beg him and try to bribe him because I wanted a drink at 8 a.m so I didn't loose last nights dinner, if I even ate. That man dealt with more burden those days than anyone should ever have to. All because he beleived in a heald me Hell I used any excuse back then. Im sick, im sad, I need it. I have bi polar, I was traumatized as a small child and i was using the bottle to mask it and not very cleverly or with any grace. Then one day the bill came due. My arrest came......

Then one day the bill came due. My arrest came...... One woman's story about addiction to drugs and alcohol, and what has led up to her sobriety and redemption! A Mother, A Wife, and an addict in recovery. Stay posted for updates!

The summer of 1988 began with a simple goodbye. I packed a few bags, said farewell to the familiar, and headed to an apartment where I’d spend the next 2.5 weeks. It wasn’t a long time, but it was enough to fill with moments that still stick in my memory.

There are encounters that defy explanation, moments when the unseen world draws undeniably near. For me, this threshold is often marked by the Limenitis arthemis, a creature of living sapphire and midnight velvet. Its sudden arrival isn't happenstance; it's a deliberate unfolding, its wings tracing an ethereal ballet around me, a presence so knowing it feels like a silent communion. This recurring visit is a profound, personal mystery. As its delicate form settles near, its gaze seems to hold a whispered understanding, connecting realms. In those suspended moments, where the seen meets the unseen, a vivid testament to life's exquisite beauty appears, reminding me to cherish every breath, to embrace every given grace. This is where a thread of connection, woven by the deepest spirit, reveals a timeless ritual.

The Unanswerable Question For as long as humans have pondered existence, the question of what happens after death has lingered. Religions across cultures offer frameworks—heaven, hell, reincarnation, or spiritual union with a higher power—each rooted in faith and tradition. Stories of near-death experiences or claims of past-life memories add layers of intrigue, but none provide concrete proof. At the end of the day, no one who has crossed the threshold between life and death has returned to share a definitive account.

Most women think discipline means pressure, punishment, or perfection. But the truth is, the most powerful version of you isn’t built through force: she’s built through softness, consistency, and trust. This article walks you through the mindset of soft discipline, how to embody self-respect without self-abandonment, and why becoming the woman you admire starts with the quiet decisions you make every day. A must-read for any high-standard woman rewriting the rules on how success actually looks and feels <3

This is about my life and how I’ve always thought of myself as this person. And through my depression I’ve had ups and downs. But that didn’t stop me from learning new things and do things I love!

DEAR ASK A PUNK - I'm turning 39 this year (much later this year) and my mid-life crisis has arrived. It seems like I was 27 and now I'm a middle-aged man and I don't know what happened in between. I haven't gotten fat, but my hair is falling out. I still listen to punk rock, but I started feeling stupid riding my skateboard in public around the time I turned 32. l still go to shows, but it seems like all the bands suck now compared to what I remember and I want to tell the 20 year-olds that they're getting ripped off, that maybe punk really IS dead that it was co-opted just when we need it most - The country is even more deluded and down the shittier than it was back in the early 80's. ...but I'm just too tired

Truth Over Traps is more than a stream — it's a movement to protect, inform, and uplift those chasing better lives. You deserve to grow your income without being manipulated. Let’s put the power back in your hands. The first topic for today is: How to spot scam tactics used by fake “business mentors” and “opportunities”?

DEAR ASK A PUNK - I'm a guy and I'm 30 years old and I still live with my parents. It's not as pathetic as it sounds. Where I live (in the semi-deep South) it is expensive to live on your own and even with some college it's tough to find a job that's more like a career and pays well. So I DO work full-time, but at $10/hour with no benefits, you can't exactly LIVE. And I like my family. My folks are still married and since my sisters and brother have moved out, they have more than enough room, in fact they like having me around. It's not a bad lifestyle really. Ok, I don't pay actual "rent", but the house is paid off anyway, and I do contribute, buy groceries, do my own laundry, pay for my own cellphone. I'm saying all this so I don't sound like a loser, but now that I'm 30, ok almost 32, I'm starting to feel like one anyway, but I just don't see any way out...

For a long time, well into my fifties, I looked at the world through the lens of a thirtysomething, defiant, ever believing in my invincibility.

This is about what teen love feels like. Living someone begins with loving everything about them. The way they talk, and even the way they look.

This poem navigates the hardships of being a girl through times of difficulty and along with the many challenges to express how you feel

In this raw and honest first entry of *The Hustle Journal*, the writer reflects on a late start, inner battles, and the quiet decision to keep showing up—even when motivation is missing. It’s a reminder that progress isn’t always loud, and sometimes, choosing not to quit is the biggest win of the day.