Mina’s Story

Mina’s Story

Today our class was about the unspoken words, the repressed emotions, and the old complexes that have been buried within us. This is my takeaway: I realized that everyone has problems. Many years ago when I was in Iran, I remember I was very shy and did not want to talk about my problems.

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Saba’s Story

Saba’s Story

Oh, my Beloved,

How in the gray of the chimney within the moist of the rain . . . I hear the throbbing of time as it’s slowly injected into the pathways of my chest. My heart turns gray as it burns a fire in its quest for water.

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Yasi’s Story

Yasi’s Story

I First, let me say that at no point in my life did I choose the way my life turned out to be. I also know that you didn’t just one day decide to live every day of your life looking for the next fix, the next drink, the next high. I know that wasn’t your goal, neither was mine. But regardless of our intentions, we are now battling addiction. If you’re still out there, I want to let you know that you deserve better.

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Avid’s Story

Avid’s Story

I hold my pen and I look at it. What does this soundless and wordless tool want from me? If it could claim its rights, it would start talking, but instead I talk, and it accompanies.

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Tilly’s Story

Tilly’s Story

I suffer from paranoia, especially ghosts/spirits. The lights will always be turned on, even at night. I never stay home alone. In my dreams, I often see myself walking into someone’s house and it gives me cold chills. When I go to temple, seeing all the ashes sitting on the altar would send shivers down my spine.

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Mary’s Story

Mary’s Story

When I was in high school, I failed to graduate. I was in crisis mode and very depressed. Afterwards I would play games to drown out the feelings and to forget reality. Everyday, I would just eat, sleep and play games.

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John’s Story

John’s Story

It has been a long time, I don’t know how many years, for 30 or 40 years, that I last held a pen and wrote down my thoughts. The day when I was young, what my dreams would be this and would be that. . .

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Emily’s Story

Emily’s Story

At 7 am in the morning, I wake up and start my day with a smile and practice my breathing. For the days when my husband wakes up early, I have to get ready right away.

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