Childhood
Confessions of a Former Alcoholic Part 9
In the previous section, I explained how people are easily influenced by the digital world. People lead fake lives on social media, and I know that in a country where I live, people pay $1,000 just for a single image (a real example of entrepreneurship).
By TheNaeth5 months ago in Confessions
When Love Wasn’t Enough — But Still Everything
I never believed in “right person, wrong time” — not until I lived it. We met during a season of chaos. My life was a blur of unfinished healing and unspoken pain. He was focused, driven, but quietly tired — tired of expectations, tired of always doing what was right instead of what he truly wanted. Neither of us was looking for love. But love, as I’ve come to learn, doesn’t wait for your permission. It simply arrives.
By Nadeem Shah 5 months ago in Confessions
In the Glow of Orange Lilies, Grandma Lives On
Whenever I see orange lilies, I see my grandmother’s face and remember her laugh. My grandmother grew orange lilies in her garden facing the pathway. She always found beauty in plants and stories. She also loved roses and tried to grow a rose bush despite it being too close to the house where the earth was not as rich in elements. But the lilies, they remind me best of my grandmother’s smile and warm touch. and the lilies remind me of her love for both.
By Gabriela Trofin-Tatár5 months ago in Confessions
Why I Secretly Love Rainy Mondays
Most people groan when they wake up on a Monday morning. Add gray skies and the steady tap of rain against the window, and it becomes the perfect excuse to complain. But me? I secretly love it. There’s something about a rainy Monday that feels like a reset button — as if the world has slowed down just enough for me to breathe while everyone else rushes past.
By Enric Milly5 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 Shahjhan5 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 TheNaeth5 months ago in Confessions
Confessions of a Former Alcoholic Part 5
While I was working on my own projects for five months, I noticed I was no longer living an antisocial lifestyle at home. Under the influence of alcohol, I began caressing and feeding cats practically outdoors. while previous traumas returned, cats helped me overcome them, and while I strolled the streets, more ideas came to mind. Now I am working on these projects.
By TheNaeth5 months ago in Confessions
The Day I Stopped Running From Myself
1. The Coffee Shop Breakdown The steam from my chai latte blurred my vision as the first tear fell. Right there between the oat milk carafe and a display of overpriced matcha cookies, my body decided what my mind had refused to admit for years: I was drowning.
By Waqas Ahmad5 months ago in Confessions
