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By CONFESSIONS OF A PERSIAN MIND Last updated: Wed Nov 4, 2009 8:46am PST

  • Happiness...

    By CONFESSIONS OF A PERSIAN MIND, on Wed Nov 4, 2009 8:46am PST

    Happiness is a word for a feeling. Feelings are rarely understood in the moment, they are quickly forgotten and almost always misremembered. So why do we spend so much time trying to understand & control our feelings? They are what they are; they come and they go. And besides, feelings are totally full of s---…. www.delgeer.com Twitter @delgeer Read More »

  • A tragic loss

    By CONFESSIONS OF A PERSIAN MIND, on Wed Nov 4, 2009 8:38am PST

    A tragic loss. One minute he was there and the next he was gone. One minute everyone is at a house party having fun, the next minute there is an argument between two guys; a gun is pulled, shots fired, a friend fallen. A tragic loss. May you rest in peace my friend. My thoughts and prayers are with your beautiful wife and kids left behind. Read More »

  • The core

    By CONFESSIONS OF A PERSIAN MIND, on Wed Nov 4, 2009 8:37am PST

    I received an E-mail today from one of my readers (below) that was quiet interesting. So I thought I would share. “I was reading your biography… its your distinctive Persian appearance that lead you to look for “the core” within you…I don’t know if you read Farsi poetry or not, but if you could, you would see every detail of your face, eyebrows, eyes, chicks, forehead, and … there. Read More »

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CONFESSIONS OF A PERSIAN MIND

CONFESSIONS OF A PERSIAN MIND

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I am a 33 year old Iranian-American female and have been living in the United States (US) since I was 14 years old. Moving from Iran at such a young age has had and continues to have a profound impact on my life. It has taken me a good while to get to where I am today; thank God that I did get here. In a former life, during my early to mid-twenties I was an addict; addicted to the wrong path in life, the wrong man and the wrong personal identity. In medical terminology, an addiction is a chronic neurobiologic disorder that has genetic, psychosocial, and environmental dimensions (Wikipedia). It wasn’t till my late twenties, during the same time I was battling my addictions, that I started to recognize my identity problem (environmental dimension of addiction). Looking back today, I can so vividly see, that not having been able to establish an identity at a young age has been the root cause of the many challenges I have faced in life. Identity (also called sameness) is that “whatever” which makes an individual definable and recognizable, in terms of possessing a set of qualities or characteristics that distinguish him/her from individuals of a different type. This “whatever” I am just starting to built; can you imagnie going 30 years without it? At an early age I chose to walk away from my Iranian heritage, to become American and to be “free”. It was only recently I came to realize that I would never know my true identity unless I got to know the Persian (Iranian) within me which I had baried so deeply within. It was about two years ago that I wrote my first journal entry. Journaling became a tool I used which allowed me to understand, recognize and grow from the issues that was facing. And it has been through my journaling that I have been able to drag my life out of the black whole it once resided in. Recently I made a decision to publish my journal entries for I truly believe that putting it all out there, with pure honesty, sets you free; it does me. As a result I have chosen to publish my daily journal entries (confessions) to the world. Hoping that through my writing and the feedback I receive I am able to complete this journey of self discovery and self identity.

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