Childhood
The Day the Moon Came to Visit
It was an ordinary Tuesday morning in Mapleberry Town — or so everyone thought. Birds chirped their usual songs, mailboxes yawned open to receive letters, and the sun stretched its arms across the sleepy rooftops. But eight-year-old Ella noticed something strange. Very strange.
By Muhammad Usama6 months ago in Confessions
I Adopted a Child — Then I Found Out Who His Real Mother Was
I never thought I'd be a mother. After years of trying, crying silently at baby showers, and avoiding the "when will you have kids?" questions at family gatherings, I had surrendered to the emptiness. My husband, Daniel, was my only anchor. We had each other, and we’d learned to smile through the ache.
By Umar Farooq6 months ago in Confessions
The Biggest Mistake of Your Life - Reddit. AI-Generated.
“What’s your biggest regret?” That was the question on Reddit. Thousands of comments poured in—confessions, missed chances, unspoken apologies. I didn’t expect to see myself reflected in so many of them. But there I was, in every regret typed anonymously into the void.
By sasha jai6 months ago in Confessions
Cabin on the Lake
I had come to the cabin to write and was left alone. It was the last month of fall, the kind of weather that smelled like stale wood smoke and wet pine. I had six weeks of vacation, a suitcase, five unread novels, and every intention of going back to my old self. No phone. No internet. Just books and silence.
By Echoes of Life6 months ago in Confessions
A Day in my Life
As I put the laundry into the dryer and then put another load into the washer, I realize I still need to put up the leftovers from supper. The cat(the fat one that always wants food) meows loudly in protest as I put our food away. I smile down at him, "Ok, Macaroni, I'll feed you before bed." My daughter, Elizabeth, stands there waiting for me to come to bed. She has that thumb in her mouth again and her blanket/bear in her hands, and I've about given up hope of her ever stopping that thumb sucking. She is 10 years old and she'll be 11 in the Fall, and I swear she still acts like a 6-year-old sometimes. Hell, who am I kidding? That's most days. "I'm coming," I tell her as I finish feeding Macaroni and the other cats who decided to join in on the late-night snack. My life is chaotic, hectic, and I never get a moment to myself. I'm exhausted. I'm a single mom to a beautiful 10-year-old who just got diagnosed with autism, and a highly intelligent 17-year-old young man with ADHD. I keep two jobs just to make ends meet, and even that isn't enough sometimes. I've started back at college. I want to become a therapist someday, a crisis counselor. I should've done this long ago, and maybe I wouldn't be struggling so much right now. I can't lie because, for one, I'm not very good at it. My face tells the story. Life has not been an easy street for me. I don't have a savings account, I count pennies at the drive-through just to give my kid some lunch or to pay for gas for the car, and lying is not the only thing my face shows, it also shows the years. My children's father has never been very supportive, but we did love each other once upon a time. That feels like another lifetime now. Then, there was the toxic romance that about took everything from me. Now, I have tried to find love again, but it seems that the tank is empty. I'm happier and safer alone. Honestly, I don't have the energy for anyone else. My daughter needs me almost every second of the day and wants to know where I am down to the minute. I'm exhausted to the point my bones hurt. To the point, I cry. I keep pushing through each day by just saying, "Just do this one last thing and you can take a break," but the truth is? It never ends. I hope one day it does, but right now that day feels so far away. My beautiful baby girl, whom her father barely knows. She's so creative, smart, and she has such big dreams. I worry about her anxiety and social phobias. She is so extremely attached to me, and I am glad we are close, but I wish she felt comfortable enough with herself and the world around her to explore and figure out things for herself without having to hold my hand every step of the way. I'm angry to have to do this alone. I'm upset that I'm having to do this with no help from their father. He helps financially every once in a while. To be honest, what he gives me barely makes a dent in what it takes to raise these children. I'm doing it, though, and I'll do it again and again. Every damn day. Why? Because to me they are worth it. They are so worth it! And I am pissed that he doesn't feel the same! I'm pissed that I have to always be the strong one. I have to hold everything together because no one else will. The world is on my shoulders, and I feel every single bit of it. It is so heavy, and there is no one to help bear that weight at the end of the day. The sad thing is that I don't even trust anyone to help at this point because I feel like I'll owe them if they help. Everything comes at a price. Everyone wants something. Another little piece of me. I wonder as I lie watching my daughter sleep, my biggest fear and constant worry, "When will there be no more pieces of me left to give?"
By Lindsey Altom6 months ago in Confessions
The Firefly That Refused to Fade
Story: On the edge of a quiet village, nestled in tall blades of grass, lived a firefly unlike any other. His name was Lumo, and unlike most fireflies who blinked their lights for brief moments of courtship or instinct, Lumo carried a different fire—one not just in his abdomen, but deep within his soul.
By Ihsan Ullah LLC6 months ago in Confessions
world of the Day
There are things I want to write about, but I’m also holding back more than usual these days. Maybe it’s just a part of getting older — the understanding that you don’t have to say everything out loud to be honest. Some secrets aren’t meant to be hidden out of shame, just out of survival. And right now, I’m quietly surviving one of those seasons.
By waseem khan6 months ago in Confessions
