Sarah Blain
Bio
I am Sarah. I am a recent graduate with a Bachelor's degree in Multimedia Journalism. I am a novice voyager in this world called Adultism. I want to expand my writing and make my name in this world. Hopefully, inspire a few people too.
Stories (10/0)
John Smith
In my old email account, he is called John Smith. I remember the day I got the first email. I was sitting in my computer class at my high school, reading my emails when I saw a new email pop up. The sender was someone I did not have in my contacts. At the time, I was eighteen years old. I was naive and young at the time. I did not know I would start down a complex road the second I clicked on the email.
By Sarah Blain4 years ago in Humans
The Evaluation
Every six months, my workplace gives each employee work evaluations that are written by the department manager. I recently passed one year in my current workplace. I work in a bakery as a bakery clerk. I do like my job because each day is different, but the work can be mind-numbing at times.
By Sarah Blain4 years ago in Journal
The Setback
This Past Summer If you asked me right now what I did this past summer, I would tell you I did nothing. I just worked and help out with family. If you could read my mind, you will get a completely different answer. You would get many depressing answers, with the side of screaming and crying.
By Sarah Blain4 years ago in Motivation
The Miracle Dog
On April 9, 2018, I was not excited that I was going to have a birthday the next day. I was feeling complete devastation as my sister drove us home. We drove away from my dog who was having emergency surgery and was in critical condition. I did not care about my birthday. I could only think of my little dog, brushing the hands of death.
By Sarah Blain5 years ago in Petlife
"Get Out of This House"
On a day like the one I am having, I would say it has been bad. It is hard to focus, and be 100 percent in public, which affects my work, and my relationships with other people. The world around me is like a fog, thick and never-ending. On this particular day I listen to depressing music that I know I will make me tear up. Melancholy music is my kryptonite and my healer.
By Sarah Blain5 years ago in Psyche
A 24-Year-Old Child
As I jump off the swing in the public park, I observe the nostalgic feeling that filled my adult heart, the very heart that once was a child. It has been years since I stepped on a playground, knowing I can’t fit in some sections and the idea of going to the slide made my stomach do a nervous churn. The swings, seesaw, and jungle bars made me notice how stiff my body had become over the years of idle exercise. My body did not feel like a child, but the little trill I received from something so simple made me smile a lot.
By Sarah Blain5 years ago in Motivation
What Is Deep Inside
The first thing I see when I look in the bathroom mirror, the morning sleep still in my eyes, is my acne. I look at the red, inflamed bumps and whiteheads like they are old friends that I wish would leave me alone. I turn my head this way and that to see the new “friends” that were not there the night before. My acne is like a bruise or cuts you get. You are not sure why or how you got it. Some days, I can shrug off my skin imperfections. The other days, I feel like the world is seeing my acne before they see me as a person.
By Sarah Blain5 years ago in Blush
It Is Okay to Fail
I dragged my aching body into my car and I tossed my bag on top of the passenger seat. The numb feeling that radiated through my whole body has become a common thing for me. It was like I expected to feel numb. Then, I released a scream that has been locked in my heart for days. I gripped the steering wheel as hot tears streamed down my face, like a waterfall.
By Sarah Blain6 years ago in Motivation
Fitting Room Etiquette
In my 23 years of living, I never had to work in retail. I did my fair share of shopping in department stores without knowing the other side of the retail business. I have been in continuous guilt because of one thing. I did not know that something so small and mindless could bother me once I was behind the register. The thing that has been poking and prodding me is the things I have done in a fitting room.
By Sarah Blain6 years ago in Journal