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I got into prostitution as a young girl with the help of my foster mother, 20 years and multiple rapes and beatings later I am still a LovePeddler and in many ways still that scared little girl just wanting to be loved. I know I am seen as worthless and I know I will never be loved. i will never have a family, a husband, children or anything that matters to me because I don't matter. I am tired of hurting, tired of being unloved, tired of hoping for a life that will obviously never be. I don't think I can go on.

I am 25 year old girl. I was in relationship with a guy for 4 years. He is from different state. He was very caring to me but after 1 year he had to go back to his state. So it was distant relationship . He was always talking sex related things more and I was expecting emotional talks. I tried to fix this but he never understood. He was forcing for Skype chat . I was not feeling comfortable much . we were getting clashes. I stopped answering his calls and blocked his call and whatsapp 4 months back. I told him I' ll get married to my parents choice guy but still I was loving him . After 1 month I sent him a guy's pic and told I'll engage with that guy as my parents wish. But still I was loving my boyfriend . we were not in contact for around 2-3 month after 1 week suddenly he sent his engagement pic . I was totally ellapsed and told him I still love him and to stop marriage. But he told me his engagement was grand and he can't stop marriage. He married 1 and a half month back. But still I'm not able to move on and forget him. I'm dying daily .He says he married that girl only to come out of his depression. He was in depression when I blocked his calls and he says still he loves me . I don't want to cheat his wife but I am not able to forget him . I m depressed . I still talk with him.

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Not everyone can be an Aliko Dangote who started with little to become a multi-billionaire! Or a Bill Gates who dropped out of school to become the richest man in the world.

Not everyone can be a Don Jazzy, or a Genevieve Nnaji (although my Ex wants to be Nnaji in her next life. That I think means I will come back as Dbanj).

I have heard people say “Not everyone can be like Mr X or Miss Y because…”. I totally agree!

There is no doubt that some people are exceptional. However, exceptions are not born instead, they are created. Everyone on earth is a future astonishing and amusing anecdote right now.

Here are some of the questions I ask myself everyday which should ask yourself also:

Is it better for me to do a small thing a day to improve my health or be sick in bed?
I would rather sleep than be out but I always try to play Tennis with my sister even though she is very bad at it. She’s the worst!

Is it Better to be around people who will Inspire and support me or people who will laugh at me and try to put me down?
Recently I showed my sisters and a friend a design of an idea I was thinking of working on. They were kind to me and told me it was a great idea and made some suggestions although they made me promise them a share of the business if it works out.

Is it better to be creative or just copy an existing idea?
This is a tough question to answer. If something is working for others, it might just work for you. ( Linda Ikeji is a good example ).
But then, it is always fun to be creative everyday if possible. Pretend to be ‘Pinky and the Brian’, you might just end up taking over the world like Mark Zuckerberg.

Is it Better To be Thankful today or to complain?
Its easy to find something to be pissed about. Its only human to be upset about people or things but then you can turn it into what I call ‘Problem Pacifier’. When a problem arises, I try to find something around the problem to be grateful for. When I lost a major contract back then, I just assumed that was God keeping me alive as my partner could have tried taking my life if it went through… I became thankful. It was better than dwelling and getting depressed.

I know answering all these questions will not only make me better but also people around me. How? If I can clear out the clouds and get to the moon, others can follow me there.

I really don’t worry myself about destiny or exceptions.

Ask yourself these questions each day and celebrate those small successes and then you can start becoming the exception instead of the rule…

Actually, There are no rules!




About The Author: Ife John is an Economist, Seasoned Business Analyst , Motivational Speaker and a lover of God. His Inspiration comes from personal life experiences and passion to help others. He is the creator of True Anonymous Confession Blog.

5minsmadness:
Nice write-up op. Very insightful.

Thank you

you are right and thats quite unfortunate

donholy28:
The thing is that if u say u want to die...Nairalanders will direct u on where to purchase rat poison

A few days ago, I read about a medical student who took his life because he failed and was thrown out of medical school after 10 years of hardwork (May His soul Rest in Peace).
Just yesterday while going through one of Nigeria’s top site Nairaland, I came across a post where a guy says he will kill himself on Wednesday if he is unable to sort out his school issues.

This begs for the question: Does anyone really want to die?

The truth is ‘NOBODY WANTS TO DIE’. However, it is very hard to go from wanting to die to suddenly being encouraged. If one says, “I just want to die” and everybody says, “common, cheer up, there’s a lot to live for”, that’s sometimes very hard to hear. It’s not like one is going to suddenly say, “ hey, you know what? You are very right. I’m encouraged now! I don’t feel like dying anymore”

Alternatively, just try to think a little deeper. Whenever ‘you just want to die’, ask yourself, “what exactly is it inside of me that really wants to die?”

Are you really sure you want your heart to stop beating? I’m sure no…

So what do you really want to die?

The times when I’ve thought it, here are what I really wanted dead:
- I wanted death of my suffering when I went from making millions to being so broke I couldn’t afford more than one meal per day (aka 0-1-0)

- I wanted death of the horrible feeling in my stomach and the heartbreak when my girlfriend left me after years of being together.

- I wanted death of the anticipation of whether or not things were going to be better when I was out of job and life was moving fast.

- I wanted death to the sadness I felt when a life-changing contract that had been earlier approved got cancelled for no major reason.

- I wanted death to the feeling of inadequacy I felt being unable to take care of loved ones looking up to me.

- I wanted death to the anger I felt towards someone who took something very special away from me.

These are few of the times I’ve thought ‘I just want to die’. Some of those times, I really meant it, others I didn’t. But looking back at those times, I never really wanted my heart to stop beating. I just wanted those emotions that were hurting me both physically and emotionally to die.
I Just wanted the death of my lack of control over a world that is unfair, trouble-filled but yet beautiful and fun.

I once saw this somewhere “The irony of our lives- there are million ways to die, but we have got to figure out one way to live”.

Those things actually died eventually even though they took a little of me with them.

However, here I am… I’m alive!

About The Author: Ife John is an Economist, Seasoned Business Analyst, Motivational Speaker and a lover of God. His Inspiration comes from personal life experiences and passion to help others. He is the creator of True Anonymous Confession Blog.

whats the right section

Stevaz01:
Bros.. This is in the wrong section

Thank u for sharing this.. At least, I won't fall prey of such..

@lalasticlala do the needful.. This is a great lesson for a sunday morning

Every blessed day, from like 10pm till I slept, I was worried about money. This happened for 5 years after I was done with my degree at the University of Lagos as I felt life was moving too fast and reality was dawning on me. This is in contrast with my life as a young boy when I never worried about money since I could easily get from my parents.
During my college years, I was okay with whatever my dad gave to me since i was making some extras (legal ‘omo boy’ deals) so I never worried about money.

Not until I made money in my final year, did money become this huge storm in my life. It was like a giant wave sweeping into my being.
When I say “I made money”, I meant I finally made enough money to move out of my parent’ house and take care of my living needs. Now it meant I needed to have never-ending money.

Before that time, I could pass for being ‘creative’. What that means is that I was into buying and selling, real estate, brokerage on a small scale.
Then I made ‘the money’ and that became my new drug. I was turning down all businesses with low returns instead I was looking for the ‘mighty bar’.

“Money is your muse,” said my now ex-girlfriend.

Every day, I would call my business partner and we would go over all business opportunities to make more money. Eventually, I became broke.
I had no money, I lost my friends and after a while my girlfriend left. It felt like my life had no frame around it.


For about 5 years I was deeply unhappy. Everything I did, I would do for money. My net worth mattered to me a lot.

Some people say to me when I tell them something inspirational, “it’s easy for you to say, you haven’t …” ok, I get it.
There is no reality but the one we choose to paint with the palette of our different experiences.
People think they can only appreciate the things that are more important than money when they actually have money. Else, what good are they? What good is life without enough money to live it?

Trust me when I say the reverse is the case. One only gets the money, keeps the money, grows the money and appreciates the money, when you put the things more important than money first.
As nice as this may sound, I’m sure someone is thinking ‘ I wish it were true’.

It’s true!

When we look into the midst of nothingness, all that is left are the marks drawn on the hearts of others- Family, Friends, Lovers, including strangers on our life paths.

I regret being troubled for so long. But I guess the regret taught me a lesson.

Here is a list of 3 things more important than money.

You: Don’t let your net worth or job position define you. You are an amazing being. Don’t postpone caring for yourself in other to make money, death might just come before you spend it. You deserve to live a healthy and happy life

Laughing: You can’t buy laughter but if you are willing you can find it anywhere. Laughter makes you healthier and happier. Laughter helps lighten your burden, inspire hope and brings your body back to balance. It makes you better and live longer.

Time with loved Ones: When you lose money, you can always make more money back. But once you lose a loved one they might just be gone forever. Create great and beautiful memories with loved ones. Be of help in any way you can to them. Always let them know how much you care and do things they will always remember you for.


About The Author: Ife John is an Economist , Seasoned Business Analyst , Motivational Speaker and a Lover of God. His Inspirition comes from personal life experiences and passion to help others. He is the creator of True Anonymous Confession Blog.

MrAnonTAC:
" More and more, the happiest moments of my marriage are becoming the ones I live out in my imagination. "

Culled from True Anonymous Confession Blog

MArriage could be scaryy

" More and more, the happiest moments of my marriage are becoming the ones I live out in my imagination. "

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My boyfriend and I only sleep together once I week. I have an extremely high sex drive, so I struggle. He used to watch a lot of porn and have tons of pics of girls. He has since deleted them all and after many fights and almost ending our relationship, he swears he doesn't jerk off anymore but our sex life has not increased. Any comments, should I believe him?

I am a 18 year old guy. My life is so boring i don't have any real friends i had only 2 to 4 trust worthy friend to whom i can't meet everyday because they live far away from me. I feel lonely all day long with nothing to do, i just lay on my bed play games and masturbate all the day i know it is wrong but i can't stop thinking about women and sex, due to it my memory is becoming very weak, i don't have much strength i can't last a minute even if i fight a guy younger than me, all my friends make fun of me in every group, i am the person who is being laughed at i dont have confidence to speak in front any person. my life is a total waste. i want to help others be a good person but i can't because of what i am. sorry for the poor english .


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