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Dearest The Band,

We love your stories. We miss your voices. 

We all learn from each other. We find solstice in knowing that WE ARE NOT ALONE.

Our collection of new stories is getting very low.

If you have been reading but not telling your story, please tell it now. If you have a story sitting in Drafts that you haven't finished, please finish them and hit the Submit button. 

Together, we can teach each other, grow together, and heal one another.

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I Am Me And Me Is Who I Am

This is a contribution to the I Am Me Project. I'm a ten year old girl with a soft heart and a million possibilities. Born into a wealthy family, we don't have trouble with money, but my parents aren't going to let that turn me into a snotty, spoiled child.

One of my ears doesn't work, or at least the horrible muffled up sounds that do make it through, aren't noticeable. I have a short temper and an easy-to-break heart. Sensitive physically and emotionally, I am treated like a rag doll.

I try my best to help others, not knowing if they are thankful or not. I'm soft and always happy to socialize and talk. I care about others and absorb their feelings.

I'm proud of my character that cares about others maybe more than myself. I expect others to do the same as I do for them, making most of my bad situations worse when no one cares.

I love to write and act. I love to sing in musicals, and say my lines, and write my words. I'm proud of my creative capabilities to make amazing stories and facial expressions.

I have a therapist who helped me with my temper, but I'm proud I got help. I'm proud I don't scream any more, unless it is necessary. I'm known for swinging between optimism and pessimism. But it's good that I can see two sides of one world. I can have both high and low self esteem.

That's Me, and Me is who I am.

And Me is always proud of who I am, and I'm proud of Me.

But I'm not the best version of me. I want to take the oath I'm afraid to take, the path that would make me better. No one's perfect, and everyone should except that. No one should be left out, everyone should feel important.

I believe the purpose of life is to Survive, Love, Hate, Feel, Die. To survive, and be a survivor of your own war. To love, have friends and family there for you. To hate, to know the difference between someone you should be with and someone you shouldn't be with. To feel, to feel happiness, fear, heartbreak, anger. To feel the emotions of life. And to die, end it, and give space for someone to go on their own path of life.

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Star Trek

Star Trek has been a constant companion in my life. Since I was a small child, I have LOVED the adventures and morality expressed by the series. What's not to love about a society where none are left behind because of poverty or illness? A society where every individual is able to reach their full potential. Where people are valued above profits or power. Lives aren't wasted on wars of acquisition. Technology is used to improve the lives of the people rather than to further enslave or control.

It's one of the hopeful visions of our future.  Somehow, I know that one day the human race will evolve away from our apish animal nature to this higher existence. Perhaps not by the 23rd or 24th centuries, but sometime. Our survival depends on it.

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"Just Get Over It..."

I had my meeting today with the university, to go through with the complaint. I went in thinking, "Yeah, I'm not going to believed. He works here, of course I'm not going to be. "

I didn't think this would become a reality. I sat down at the table with my best friend on my right and some strange old woman who is apparently "unbiased" and high up within the university. 

She just went straight into saying how the university cannot do anything, saying there is no proof. Oh I'm sorry. Did you even give me a chance, or did you even try and find evidence? I am still suffering with bleeding after it, is that not proof enough for you? I've had to see the counselor for the past five months for my anxiety ...No. It's still not enough for you. Why? Oh yeah because, as you begin to tell me, he is a close friend and you've worked with him for years! ...unbiased ..what bull shit. 

She told me, plainly and simply, "get over it." Come back next year and have a fresh start. Does the bitch not think that I have been trying to put it past me? I've barely slept!  Because of the fear of this meeting coming up and having to explain what happened, I probably only got, at most five hours of sleep, for the past eight days. 

But this is the end of it, apparently. I can't do anything else because he works there. I knew this would give him an advantage, but didn't think it would get to the point where I was being questioned if I truly think it even happened... 

Life is down the drain.

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Chronic Bad Luck--Wish I'd never been born

Not sure why I'm posting this ...hoping someone out there will have an answer? Or maybe I just need to vent or find out if there are others like me? Maybe someone out there can explain why these things keep happening to me?

Anyhow, in a nutshell, I've had a really bad life and I've come full circle with it. Seems that no matter how hard I work, no matter how "positive" I try to be, bad things just happen to me. Things go wrong for no reason. People try to pump me up with positive thinking and then are surprised when the bad things I think might happen actually do happen. While things will just go wrong for me for no apparent reason, nothing really "right" seems to happen. I mean, I have no good luck. If an unexpected tragedy can happen out nowhere then why can't something wonderful and lucky happen out of nowhere, like magic? Yet I have to work extremely hard to make things happen, and even then things seem to go wrong.

I guess I'm trying to figure out why my life is the way it is and whether there's a way I can turn things around. I've begun to believe I've been cursed, or there's a dark spirit following me around, preventing anything good from entering my sphere.  I'm wondering how I can stop this dark spirit, karma, or whatever it is and bring positive energy into my life. I've gone to churches to have people pray over me, gone to Reiki shares to have the energy of the universe sent to me, seen therapists, career counselors (for my money problems), gone to Debtor's Anonymous meetings (hated them!) Still, the bad luck continues. 

I also thought that maybe I'd done something wrong to cause all this, so I've volunteered to help people in need, but that hasn't changed my luck.

Okay, let me try to be brief and give a few examples. Both my parents had mental health issues when I was a child, and I spent my early years transported from friends' or family members' houses until my parents were ready to take care of me. Then, a housekeeper took care of me while one parent went to work to support me. Meanwhile, the other parent was hospitalized with severe mental illness. My extended family was very unloving and I never see them now, as they are toxic people. I was close to one parent who died a few years ago. Now I'm the guardian for my other parent. So I'm really my parent's parent and always have been since "childhood."  

In addition to the psychological abuse I experienced from my family once they were ready to take care of me, I was bullied mercilessly as a child, to the point of near insanity. I became painfully shy and anxious as a result, but I put myself into therapy and have practiced meditation techniques that helped me a lot. 

But even the therapy was not too helpful, as most psychologists don't understand social anxiety or shyness. One therapist accused me of imagining I was being bullied at school. She couldn't believe I was really being bullied and acted as though I was just being paranoid. Consequently, she couldn't help me to stop the bullying or to learn assertiveness techniques as I'd requested. I couldn't find a therapist who would teach me ways to defend myself as they were too focused on trying to convince me that no one wanted to hurt me, that I was just being negative, paranoid or whatever. It seemed they were just reading from psychology textbooks and not really listening to me or taking me seriously.

As an adult, I get bullied at work a lot, am told I'm "too nice," have trouble setting limits and boundaries and being assertive. Even though I'm a well-educated person, I can't find a decent job, so I am working at a job for which I am well overqualified. Employers and coworkers are often threatened by my intelligence and I find myself holding myself back, trying to hide who I am. Also I get very bored doing data entry or office work. I only seem to fit into creative environments but creativity seems to be only available to the very rich these days.

I learned as an adult that I have an artistic personality and am very, very creative, so I began pursuing my artistic endeavors - playing music, writing poetry, making films, etc. I've also found I get along better with creative people and feel happy and free when I am creative. But this self-knowledge has only caused more problems for me as I'm now living in poverty because of it. In spite of great accomplishments as an artist I haven't found a way to make money as an artist and I haven't found a "day job" that enables me to adequately pursue my art.

In fact, I don't fit into today's job market at all. I ended up homeless a few years ago, and that was a real eye opener. I found that I have no friends. The people I thought were friends really didn't care about me at all.

I also have chronic pain which, in time, is getting worse. I don't have the money to get the health care I need.

Anyhow, as I'm writing this, I'm losing some of my sadness. It's good to vent. But at the same time, I'm in a situation where I'm an adult, not considered to be young anymore, and I don't meet people who are similar to me, so I feel pretty isolated. 

Now, I'm staying in a situation where an acquaintance has been helping me a great deal but this isn't a sustainable situation. I might end up homeless again soon unless I can find some way to start my own business, as there really aren't any jobs out there for me.

I just don't know what to do anymore.

Please don't anyone respond with platitudes, i.e., "Think positive, things will get better...blah...blah...blah."  Look, I've been there and done that. I'm really a very intelligent person who overcame and extremely painful childhood. I've gone into therapy. I've been to self-help groups. I've gone to college, graduated with good grades, but now I have huge student loan debt and the jobs just aren't out there. So what to do?

Anyhow, I know it's a terrible thing to say, but it really would have been better if I'd never been born. My parents weren't able to take care of me, my extended family didn't want me, I'm not aggressive enough for this society, and I can't earn a living. I cringe when I hear people try to talk other people out of committing suicide by telling them they're suffering from "depression" and that things will get better. First of all, "depression" is not an illness but a natural reaction to things that happen to you that you can't control. I can't control this economy. I can't control the fact that other people don't appreciate my talents and skills. I know I'm capable of doing great things but I can't get other people to appreciate what I have to offer.

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