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!! Quitting !!
I quit my job! I did it, just like i quit smoking in the beginning of this year! It is interesting to write about it, quitting after 30 years of smoking. Maybe next time. Quitting my job is so much harder. I feel like quitting my job, will make me smoke again after all those months!
By Julien Rodin 6 months ago in Confessions
She Told Me a Secret Before She Died and I Can’t Stay Silent
The rain had been falling since morning and the sky looked heavy as if it carried the weight of something it could not release. I was sitting beside her bed watching the slow rise and fall of her chest. Each breath sounded like a struggle. The room smelled faintly of antiseptic and wilted flowers left too long in a vase. She had been in that bed for weeks and I had convinced myself there would be more time.
By Syed Umar 6 months ago in Confessions
"The House That Dreamed
athur.....shahjhan When I inherited the farmhouse, I thought it was a joke. A letter arrived in an envelope too thick for junk mail and too old-fashioned for modern bills. I almost threw it out. But the return address—no name, just Valemount Road, Willow Creek—gave me pause. My mother once whispered that our family came from a place with a name like that. She never explained. She was gone now.
By Shahjhan6 months ago in Confessions
Confessions of a Former Alcoholic Part 6
As a social drinker, I've begun to have one beer or glass of red wine every week. A normal existence is a great thing. I began getting up early and going for walks. Do you know the morning routines? It really keeps you energetic.
By TheNaeth6 months ago in Confessions
Why I Wait All Year for Autumn to Arrive
Every year, I find myself waiting. Not in an impatient, tapping-my-foot sort of way, but in the quiet anticipation you feel before your favourite song reaches its chorus. It’s a kind of longing that builds slowly through the blistering brightness of summer. I’m counting down—not to birthdays or holidays—but to that moment when the first leaf turns orange and drifts to the ground.
By No One’s Daughter6 months ago in Confessions
What I Learned From My Loneliest Night
It was winter, and the cold had a way of making everything feel sharper—every sound, every thought, every ache. I came home that evening to an empty apartment. No laughter drifting in from the living room, no phone ringing with a familiar voice on the other end. Just silence, deep and unbroken.
By Habib king6 months ago in Confessions
The Last Letter That Changed My Life
I found the letter on a rainy Thursday afternoon. It wasn’t supposed to be there. I was cleaning out the attic, surrounded by the smell of old wood and dust, when my hand brushed against an old tin box. Its lock was broken, and the lid creaked when I opened it. Inside were faded photographs, yellowed receipts, and, buried underneath them, an envelope with my name written in a handwriting I hadn’t seen in over a decade.
By Aminullah6 months ago in Confessions
Truth or Dare: Confessions That Change Lives
Truth or Dare: Confessions That Change Lives The room was thick with anticipation, a mixture of laughter and nervous energy buzzing beneath the flickering fairy lights strung above. It was the kind of night where secrets felt lighter when shared, and fears shrank under the warmth of friendship.
By HAFSA6 months ago in Confessions
Remembering Summer of 1967. Content Warning.
MAGA are building unwed mother's home again as they killed Roe vs. Wade. This is terrifying. I this from my heart and from my experience in the summer of 1967. My parents were conservative one day and liberal the next day. Watch the video. I worked 9 hours on this project.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 6 months ago in Confessions
