Prompt Of The Week: Write about a difficult time in your life.
Hello, writing community!
I hope you have been well! Welcome back to the writing series, where I present you with a couple of writing prompts to exercise your creative muscles every week! If you haven't checked out the previous posts of the series, I've got you! You can find it here!
Without further ado, here is the prompt for today:
Write about a difficult time in your life.
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1. poems
2. prose (long or short)
As of now, the word limit is a maximum of 500 words.
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When I attended my 40-year-reunion, I saw a woman who meant everything to me. She was still beautiful, to me, at least. I walked up to her and took her hand. I started shaking it and said hi. She looked confused and said "I don't know who you are." I was not surprised, but it still felt like I'd been stabbed in the heart. I brought up some dumb topic about a guy who had been in school with us but who had dropped out. I hadn't known the guy but had heard rumors about him. I had to just say something. She continued to stay confused. I continued to shake her hand. Another woman came up to say hi to her and I took my hand away. I walked away and left the room.
Later that night, I cried about it for a little while. The next night was the dinner/dance part of the reunion. I hadn't bought a ticket for the dinner, because it was expensive. I'd put on weight, so I didn't fit into my suit anymore. I put on what I could to go to the dance part and drove over. I walked in and saw everybody. I didn't feel right and left again. I went home and cried some more.
In the days that followed, all the pain I'd felt since I'd been sexually abused 50 years before came back at once. I realized I had to find a therapist or else, well, you know... I'd been to four therapists before that reunion, and had told only the last one about the sexual abuse. She didn't take the sexual abuse of males seriously, so that hadn't worked out.
I found a therapist about two months after the reunion, but she didn't work out. I saw her only twice. Then a couple of weeks later I went to another therapist, and she specialized in sexual abuse survivors. I've been seeing her ever since.
@WharfRat
I'm so glad that you found a nice therapist for yourself now. More love, power and healing to you <3
@Clarisse29
I will get out, Oh yes I will.
This rut that surrounds, pass it will.
@Clarisse29
*Possible tw? Unalivement attempt
They informed me that, unfortunately, whether I like it or not, I'm getting a steak.
Now, I could get a steak from an actual steakhouse, Or I could get a steak from Denny's.
But either way, it's a steak, and I don't even really like steak.
"Uh… which one is Denny's? Because, definitely the other one."
But I had to spend one night in "Denny's" anyway.
And there was food mess all over the floor.
And puddles…
I couldn't see any pests, but… yeah.
My eyes hurt so bad,
My throat felt scratchy,
And it was as cold as a freezer.
There's one blanket here, but the stain…
It's questionable.
Questionable in the way, that I unfortunately don't think I have to ask.
There's other blankets, but a pair of eyes is glaring from underneath them.
Some other guy is looking kinda mean.
This other lady won't stop pacing and yelling…
They provided food.
I think the mustard packet has both more flavor and nutritional value than the actual sandwich.
Whatever this bread is made of,
It's not even fit for giving people bad breath at Communion,
At least there, you'd get to wash it down…
But this juice tastes like Satan's urine after a wild night out.
And speaking of urine…
The bathroom needs an industrial wet vac…
…and possibly a pressure washer at this point.
And then I can't stop thinking about it,
Coming out of the car,
There were so many.
I just remember the riot shields.
I hadn't done anything actually wrong,
I let them think that they talked me down,
But really it's just that I knew a kid was outside watching.
I couldn't do that.
That kid looked up to me…
So I took the first offer of a promise of getting to see a preview of the Mandalorian.
I still hate Baby Yoda. To. This. Day.
For what it's worth, they did make good on the promise…
I feel so sick. They're moving me somewhere better,
But I don't know how long I'll be there…
I might get committed….
Once I get out, I guess my friend still wants me to move to NYC with him.
I'll work for him, I'll start over…
Away from all the abuse that led me to this…
We'll see…
Seriously though, this lady will not stop yelling…
I've never had a headache this bad...
Why won't they give her a patch already?
@Clarisse29
The Walls look so hard and seem to slowly creep in. The Air we breathe, it’s a necessary requirement. It is a struggle, the inhale. It burns in our chest. The exhale is so exhausting to us. The stench. It is stifling. Acrid tastes of Fear. It is so pungent. Chaos in the brain. Chaos inside. Fleeting excuses. Nothing makes sense. What’s going on? What’s happening? Why is this? Who is this? Who is doing this?
Control? Lack of! This is so annoying. Annoying doesn’t cover it.
Walls still creeping. Pain, in chest. Lungs burn. Pain, head.
Pan left. Pan, right. Pan left. Pan, right.
Take a step! Move! Lift left foot. Move left foot forward. Put left foot down.
Pain in hands. Why? Pan down to left hand. Look. Nails digging into palm. Explanation. Pain from nails digging into palm. OK
Why Head hurt, why Chest pain, Why? Frustrating. Fleeting.
Chaos
The brain hurts so much.
Take a step! Move! Lift right foot. Move right foot forward. Put right foot down
Pan right, Door? Pan left, Door?
People. People. People.
I've been having a hard time focusing on reading and have been finding it really hard for some reason. Which is really annoying because I have a lot of work stuff to get done and I wanna get it done as fast as possible. Also, I'm pretty behind on it.
My brain is scrambled eggs
It really just comes in moments
It starts with a sickness in my stomach
It continues with a dizzy feeling
And then my flesh gets the creeping feeling
And my mind races with my heart
My brain is scrambled eggs
And well then I need to find a dim quiet place
And once I wipe the tears from my face
I think I'll be okay again, for a while at least.
L. Cheese
Sometimes I get moments of just panicky feeling and it scares me, but I'll always be okay afterwards.
