My Confusion and I

I was born Jewish. By saying this I mean that I was born having parents that practice the Jewish faith. Because of this I was raised to believe in God, follow certain rules and participate in several different festivals. My parents never told me God existed but it was pretty much implied by the way they encouraged me to go to the synagogue to pray and say all types of blessings before Friday night dinner and lighting candles. Even my name is Jewish so lets face it, there was no way I could grow up without considering myself Jewish. As I grew up it was simply just a given thing. I was Jewish and therefore should believe certain things and behave a certain way. Lately my thought process has changed though. Not because I don't like some of the Jewish traditions but because I (after a very long time) stepped out of my comfort zone and religion wasn't a thing handed to me anymore. I got the freedom to explore how I really feel about religion and what I've learnt is that ther

Exactly a month ago this article was published online  5 Reasons Why Girls With Tattoos And Piercings Are Broken . As you might realise this article kicked off a massive debate where mostly women but also some men thinking that this is unacceptable. Well this is just totally unjustified.. what about all the guys in the world that have tattoos and piercings?... http://t.co/Msq6sJxbW8 — Yantra Digital (@Yantra_Digital) November 12, 2014 Most disgusting thing I've ever read http://t.co/UkI8hqEf4g — bills (@westsidez0uis) November 12, 2014 http://t.co/x1a8imXLYQ As a 20-year-old woman with 9 piercings: how dare you treat us like we're inhuman sex dolls? #cyberbullying — Adrienne LaVey (@LigeiaReborn) November 7, 2014 The reaction to this article didn't surprise me at all for the fact that the article is written for men and therefore written in a more vulgar way than the fluffy cloud articles that girls read in women's magazines. One part of me is slight

I've mentioned in previous posts that I am depressed, something that took me a long time to admit to myself but also to other people. I long thought this was something that affected only me since no one had to deal with my problems and when I was depressed I closed my door and dealt with the issues by myself. Recently though I have come to the realisation that this isn't the case. My depression affects the people around me and I let other people play too much of a part of my happiness. I'm not saying my friends aren't important in my life and that I don't have them to thank for some of my happiness. What I'm saying is that I shouldn't rely on them to be happy, which is something I've done my whole life and probably would have continued to do if it wasn't for a huge wake up call. There wasn't any particular thing happening to me that made me realise it, I simply came to the conclusion that I have been blaming the wrong thing for years; other peo