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#ProSe and Unbothered a Black Woman’s Battle Against the System. Content Warning.
I didn’t wake up one day and decide to sue a multi million dollar health care Technology company. I woke up one day realizing I didn’t have a choice.
By Dakota Denise 4 months ago in Confessions
“The Umbrella That Changed Everything: A Stranger, a Storm, and a Lesson I’ll Never Forget”
The Umbrella That Changed Everything: A Stranger, a Storm, and a Lesson I’ll Never Forget” By : Sami ullah It was one of those gray Tuesdays that feels like a Monday in disguise. My alarm didn’t go off, my coffee tasted burnt, and my boss’s email subject line — “Can we talk?” — sat in my inbox like a ticking bomb.
By Sami ullah4 months ago in Confessions
Letters to Myself: Healing Behind Walls
To the New Wall Built Me by Jadae Bradley you’re hurt. you were not dumb, you are enough. you were just taken advantage of,
By Jadae Bradley4 months ago in Confessions
Do You Trust Me?
Some lessons don’t come through sermons or scriptures. Sometimes they come quietly, when you least expect them, through something as simple as a phone screen and a voice that asks one question you can’t ignore. This is the true story of how God spoke to Joey one night while he played poker on his phone, preparing him for a storm he didn’t see coming.
By Joey Raines4 months ago in Confessions
Facing the Devil
I should really hate this time of year. All my worst memories fixate in a kaleidoscope pattern of chaos during this time. I can stitch together every time my life fell apart with the quilt of a month that ends in ber. Yet, I always looked forward to the end of summer. Regardless of the chaos happening around me, Autumn always felt like coming home. I embraced the shadows of my undoing, and I celebrated my downfalls in ghoulish style.
By The Protagonist Priestess4 months ago in Confessions
The Confession Hidden in My Father’s Wallet
When my father died, I couldn’t throw away his things. For months after the funeral, his jacket still hung by the door, his shoes lined neatly under the bench, as if he might walk in any moment.
By Malaika Piolet4 months ago in Confessions
The Night My Husband’s Phone Rang in His Sleep
It was past midnight when my husband’s phone started ringing. The sound sliced through the silence like a blade. He was fast asleep beside me, his arm resting on my waist, breathing soft and steady.
By Malaika Piolet4 months ago in Confessions
Too Emotional?
The past few weeks have been an emotional whirlwind. Everybody always tells me to prepare myself for the unexpected, but I never saw this one coming.
By Carol Ann Townend4 months ago in Confessions
Meghan Markle’s Fashion Misstep: Inside Balenciaga’s Silent Rejection
very red carpet tells a story — but not all of them end in applause. For Meghan Markle, Paris Fashion Week 2025 was supposed to be a symbol of her triumphant re-entry into the world of high fashion. Instead, it became an unspoken confession: that even global fame can’t guarantee acceptance in an industry built on originality, subtlety, and authenticity.
By Norul Rahman4 months ago in Confessions
Meghan Markle’s Moral Dilemma: The Duchess Who Can’t Escape Her Own Standards
It’s often said that our choices reveal who we are when no one is watching. For Meghan Markle, those choices have recently spoken louder than her speeches. Once the global voice of compassion and conscience, the Duchess of Sussex now finds herself at the center of another quiet controversy — this time involving hotels, luxury, and the uncomfortable overlap between principle and privilege.
By Norul Rahman4 months ago in Confessions
Secret Letter . Content Warning.
There's something about mortality that makes us want to take control of the uncontrollable. A few days ago, I wrote down my final wishes—not because I'm planning to go anywhere, but because after eighteen years of living with the noise in my head, I needed to do something that felt like putting my hands on the wheel. I'm no more suicidal now than I was at fifteen; I just needed to vent, to organize the chaos, to pin down something concrete in a life that's felt anything but.
By Parsley Rose 4 months ago in Confessions
The Message She Never Sent. AI-Generated.
I’ve never been good at love. Not because I didn’t try, but because I never quite understood how something invisible could hold such power — how a simple text, a missed call, or a few words could decide the rhythm of someone’s heartbeat.
By Rupendra Ghalley4 months ago in Confessions