I need an emotional filter. One that I could place gently over my heart whenever I felt the pitter patter of my aortas increasing, my palms beginning to perspire, or the pressure on my chest starting to rise as I withhold the tears inside. I could also use a filter ...

He stole it all. This monster took My contacts… My mails… My privacy… And my identity. I’ve heard of hacking happening to others, but I didn’t know it would have happened to me. I admit, I pitifully went into the “Why-me” phase. But quickly got over it however, and moved ...

A lot of times, our reaction to what we don’t understand is fear and anger.