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I THOUGHT I FOUND LOVE; BUT I WAS SOMEONE'S HEALING STATION
The kind of love that makes you forget the nights you cried alone. The kind that feels like a warm blanket after years of sleeping in the cold. The kind you wait for after surviving storms, heartbreaks, betrayals, and disappointments. I thought he was it.
By Ms Rotondwa Mudau7 months ago in Confessions
The Weirdest Things I’ve Googled as a Mom
Before I had kids, my Google search history was full of normal things like “cute coffee shops near me” or “how to get beach waves without heat.” Now? I’m one questionable diaper away from having the FBI show up at my door because my search history reads like a horror movie written by a toddler.
By The Arlee7 months ago in Confessions
What No One Tells You About Your Late 20s
When you’re in your early 20s, you think you’ve got all the time in the world. You’re living off iced coffee and vibes, convinced you’ll figure it all out eventually. And then suddenly, you blink and you’re about to turn 30, wondering how your back hurts from “just sleeping wrong.”
By The Arlee7 months ago in Confessions
My dog didn’t just fill the silence—he became my voice
There was a time in my life when silence wasn’t peaceful—it was painful. The kind of silence that gets into your bones. The kind that, after loss, after loneliness, after life, takes away those few voices that used to make you feel seen.
By Echoes of Life7 months ago in Confessions
The Clock Strikes Her Name
The old grandfather clock stood in the corner of the dimly lit parlor, its wooden case scarred by decades of neglect. It hadn’t worked for years—no one in the Hawthorne family had bothered to wind it since the accident. But tonight, as midnight approached, something stirred inside the ancient mechanism.
By ATTAULLAH SHAH7 months ago in Confessions
The Ones Who Never Learned to Numb
I’ve always admired people who can shut things off. The ones who can bury their emotions like they were never there. The ones who don't cry in public. The ones who can read the news and not flinch. The ones who can walk past a homeless man and not carry his story in their chest for the rest of the day.
By Prince Esien7 months ago in Confessions










