Childhood
A Childhood Loss
This morning, I couldn’t get out of bed. Sometimes, the heaviness settles on me so completely that even breathing feels like a conscious effort. Today was one of those days. I lay there for what felt like hours, staring blankly at the ceiling as the sunlight crept through the blinds in soft, fractured lines. The world outside was awake and alive—cars hummed in the distance, birds sang faintly from some hidden perch, and I imagined people rushing about their mornings with purpose. But I felt miles away from all of it, like I was sealed behind glass, watching life move on without me. The thought of standing up, of pretending to be “okay,” was too much. It was easier to sink deeper into the mattress, letting its weight cradle me while my own thoughts dragged me further under.
By Paige Madison5 months ago in Confessions
The Taste of Lies
Introduction: They say words disappear once they’re spoken, but lies don’t. Lies stay. They cling to your tongue, coat your throat, and stain your memory. I’ve tasted lies—my own and those fed to me. And if truth is bread that sustains, then lies are sugar-coated poison: sweet at first, but slowly killing you.
By Waqas Ahmad5 months ago in Confessions
Message to myself
Dear me, I know you have seen lots of ups and downs in your life but always remember you are the best and you are exactly what you have to be. You are the most precious thing that you can ever have. At the end, it's just you, so be selfish and do whatever it takes to make yourself happy. I know it's hard but you better stand for yourself when nobody supports you.
By Samairaa 5 months ago in Confessions
Confessions of a Former Alcoholic Part 18
I said before that my ideas are the same sober or drunk. I now realize that it all comes down to spirituality and emotional management. I believe this is where the iron will comes from, although in the early stages of establishing willpower, it is best to avoid alcohol and cigarettes. This is not a priority for me since alcohol is permitted in my faith, but I have had no negative experiences with it; therefore, I cannot drink.
By TheNaeth5 months ago in Confessions
THE RACIAL BURDEN
Some people feel it every day, without knowing the name. Others learn about it through books or personal experience. The “racial burden” — or charge raciale, as French writer Douce Dibondo calls it — is the invisible weight carried by many people of color in societies where whiteness is the norm.
By Bubble Chill Media 5 months ago in Confessions
When Justice Meets Mercy
For most people, the courtroom is intimidating. It’s a place where laws are enforced, fines are handed down, and wrongdoing is punished. But for those who entered Judge Frank Caprio’s Providence Municipal Court, the experience often felt different. Yes, the laws were upheld — but there was also something deeper at work: mercy.
By Echoes of Life5 months ago in Confessions
Your Biggest Teacher Will Always Be Pain
Introduction: The Shattering Sound of Silence Heartbreak doesn’t announce itself. It arrives quietly, like a thief, taking away the person you thought would stay forever. One moment, you’re making plans together; the next, you’re staring at your phone, reading a message that feels like a punch to the chest.
By Nadeem Shah 5 months ago in Confessions
"The Silent Cry of Poverty". AI-Generated.
Poverty is not just the absence of money. It is the absence of choices, the quiet desperation of a life fenced in by invisible walls. It is a hand stretched out for opportunity, yet finding only the cold air of neglect. Beneath the statistics, beyond the numbers, poverty has a face, a name, and a story.
By Wow Genius5 months ago in Confessions
Letters to a Stranger I Once Loved — Part 2
After days of holding Claire’s letters close like a secret treasure, I couldn’t shake the feeling that her story wasn’t finished. Something inside me urged me to find out what happened after those unsent words. Who was Claire, really? And did she ever find the stranger—or herself?
By Solene Hart5 months ago in Confessions
