Childhood
The Greedy Thug and the Wise Villager
Once upon a time, in a peaceful little village nestled among green hills and whispering forests, people lived a simple life. They were known for their honesty, hospitality, and pure-hearted generosity. The village had little in the way of wealth, but it was full of kindness. In the center of this village lived an old man - wise, soft-spoken, and observant. His words carried weight, though they were rarely acted on. Most of the villagers admired him, but few truly understood the depth of his wisdom.
By Echoes of Life6 months ago in Confessions
Confessions of a Former Alcoholic Part 1 . Top Story - August 2025.
In the country I live in, absurd events occur almost daily, and people live in a state of lawlessness. People are almost always drunk and driving. I don't like this situation in my country, and I stay away from almost everyone.
By TheNaeth6 months ago in Confessions
The Envelope That Changed Everything
It was another rain-soaked gray morning. I was under a bakery awning, holding out for the rain to slow down, sipping on cheap coffee, scrolling my phone like everyone around me. The street was numb wet and tired and crammed with silent frustration from people trying to get somewhere. One of those mornings when no one really looks up.
By Abdullah Khan6 months ago in Confessions
"The Day I Learned to Let Go of the Past"
I'll never forget the day I realized that I was holding onto things that no longer served me. I was going through a difficult time in my life, struggling to cope with the loss of a loved one and the end of a long-term relationship. I felt lost and alone, like I was drifting through life without a sense of direction.
By M.Changer6 months ago in Confessions
The Silent Mind
In a discovery that could reshape neuroscience, artificial intelligence, and even philosophy, scientists at the Global Institute for Cognitive Research (GICR) have found compelling evidence of a new form of thinking — one that occurs entirely without language, mental images, or any recognizable internal monologue. The research, released earlier this week in the journal Cognitive Frontiers, introduces the concept of “pure cognition,” a previously unidentified mental process that may underlie many of our most intuitive thoughts and decisions.
By Rizwan 6 months ago in Confessions
Whispers of Winter
The children had once ruled the hill as kings and queens of winter. Laughter echoed through the cold air, snowballs flew like comets, and sleds carved winding trails down the icy slopes. Among them were Sam, Elsie, and little Kip — inseparable companions who shared their joys with a small, curious red fox they named Ember.
By Solene Hart6 months ago in Confessions
The Letter I Never Sent to My Estranged Parent
The Envelope That Never Left My Desk I sat in my childhood bedroom, the air thick with dust and memories, holding a pen that felt heavier than it should. It was a rainy Tuesday in October, the kind where the world feels gray and endless. In front of me lay an envelope, its edges curling from weeks of hesitation. Inside was a letter I’d written to my estranged father—a letter I’d never send. The words were raw, jagged, a confession of pain I’d buried for years. I traced his name on the front, my handwriting shaky, and wondered if I’d ever find the courage to mail it.
By Hewad Mohammadi6 months ago in Confessions
When Normal Isn’t Safe: Unpacking the Childhood I Thought Was Fine
I used to think every house had rules that changed depending on someone’s mood. I thought it was normal to tiptoe through your own home, careful not to breathe too loudly, careful not to laugh too hard. I thought everyone’s parents went silent for days after a fight, punishing with absence instead of words. I thought love looked like tension. Like guessing games. Like fear you couldn’t quite name.
By Azmat Roman ✨6 months ago in Confessions
Even the Cutest Kids Get Lost Sometimes
When I was little, everyone in the family used to call me “the cute one.” I had chubby cheeks, a bowl haircut, and a giggle that could melt the grumpiest uncle’s heart. My grandfather adored me the most. He was the kind of grandpa who wore suspenders, kept mints in his pocket, and had a warm laugh that made you feel safe.
By Solene Hart6 months ago in Confessions
Why Does the Universe Ask more of me than most?
What I survived one does not talk about out of curtesy of others. It is socially inapriprate and one must cage the situation with caution because of social norms I soppose. People naturally can only handle so much. But naturally as a neurodivergent person I struggled to understand a social ques. Problem? I have no filter, and I am as bizarre as they come. I know people judge me to be quite odd or eccentric, for being to open. However, having cerebral palsy in the early 2000's made me a social outcast and I had zero social skills and no impulse control. When you are born with cerebral palsy there is damage to the frontal lobe and that really affects who you become in regards to your personality. I blame this reason alone for being such a bold person, Also people with disabilities ( I am sorry to be so honest) are stronger than the rest of population by the laws of the survival of the fittest. They have more tenacity and grit then you could ever imagine. You dont know how strong you have to be in life until you are given no choice or alternative. Naturally as a result, we face life fearlessly and with a kind of strength and courage no one could define unless they had a disability. Please keep in mind that I am very aware that everyone has a disability of certain severity, and in reality we are all disabled. However, it seems to be the case that more more "soul strength" is required of the people that are severely disabled and have very heavy bodies more sickly bodies with limited mobility. I was contently frustrated ands in a state of mental and physical exhaustion and still you must do what the world demands of you. I cannot tell you how many times I have pleaded in complete mercy to God, " Why are you asking me to do the impossible everyday- I'm tired." People always assumed I lived with my parents, live in a group home or some institution- and were shocked to learn I live on my own. When I am in a hospital, I feel helpless at times because the doctor and nurses assume I am incompetent regarding my care and condition of my health. They also talked to me and treated me differently. I remember them begging to treat my skin infection on my foot before it naturally enntered my bloodsteam and I found myself bedbound again due to extreme weakness. No one listened and I was asked to take anibiotics for weeks untuil the problem spiralled out of control and required hospitalization. Sometimes I arrived so overwelmed by the inflection I was no longer able to walk with my walker. I was using everything I had to make it to the ER in hopes I would be nursed back to health. But they always discharged me and I was always worried if my body was strong enough to make it home. These were dark times, it really did make me belief that my life had lost all of its quaility and I lived in a constant state of suffering and agony. I did not have my motorized wheelchair at the time and all I had to make it in the world was my walker. But due to illness I could no longer walk safely, and it seemed to also rob me of my balance and stability. But still I was told to take the antibiotics that were not working and sent home only to decline rapidly over time over and over requiring hospitalization. I had lost complete and utter hope and honestly thought I would showily die of an infection over a long sufferuing time period. But I had always been a fighter and suviver, I was not the type to just lay down and die, I was young and still had a life to live! I learned through research that the simple act of putting vasicine on my toes would end my horrific wounds and elevate the problem. I worked with specialists, wound care nursews and endless doctors and no one offered a solution or an answer to why it was happening. They only threw pills at me. Meanwhile the wound nurses were making the problem worse my putting thick bandages on my feet that only caused them to rub together more. It honestly stabs me in the heart recalling this time in my life. I felt subhuman to the healthcare system and neglected terribly.
By Julia Stellings6 months ago in Confessions
In the Fog: My Journey Through Xanax Withdrawal
I never imagined that something prescribed to help me would end up stealing nearly a decade of my life. When I was first diagnosed with Generalized Anxiety Disorder, I was desperate for relief. I couldn’t sleep, I couldn’t eat, and daily life felt like an impossible mountain. So when my doctor prescribed Xanax, I welcomed it. I didn’t question the dosage, didn’t hesitate. I just wanted the fear to stop.
By Saeed Ullah 6 months ago in Confessions
