Embarrassment
Gaslighting Took Me
It didn’t happen all at once. There wasn’t a loud explosion, a screaming match, or a dramatic exit. No, the unraveling of who I was happened quietly, like a thread pulled from the hem of my identity. I didn’t see it then, but now I know the name for it—gaslighting. And it took me. Slowly, surely, and almost completely.
By Hamad Haider6 months ago in Confessions
The Cost of Being “The Strong One”
By Nadeem Shah “You’re so strong.” “You’ve got this.” “I don’t know how you do it all.” At first, those words feel like praise. Like you're doing something right. You’re dependable. Unshakeable. The go-to person when things fall apart. You become the listener, the fixer, the shoulder everyone cries on.
By Nadeem Shah 6 months ago in Confessions
He Ghosted Me After a Year Together... Then I Found Out Why
We met the way a lot of people do now—through a dating app. I had just gotten out of something messy, wasn’t really looking for anything serious, and honestly? I was just bored. I downloaded the app out of curiosity and ego. I wanted to feel something. A little attention. A little fun.
By Elli6 months ago in Confessions
The Note on the Windshield
I was having the worst week of my life. My job was hanging by a thread, my rent was overdue, and my boyfriend had just ghosted me after three years together. It was raining hard that evening, and I sat in my old car in the grocery store parking lot, staring at the steering wheel, completely numb.
By Rowaid6 months ago in Confessions
Why It’s Okay to Not Be Okay Sometimes
There was a time when I thought being strong meant being happy all the time. I wore smiles like armor. I answered “I’m fine” before anyone could even finish asking how I was. I filled my days with productivity and people and noise—anything to avoid sitting in stillness with how I really felt.
By Fazal Hadi6 months ago in Confessions
She Told Me I Was Her Best Friend — Then Tried to Replace Me Behind My Back. AI-Generated.
I used to think me and her were locked in. Like, for real. We’d talk for hours — the kind of convos where time doesn’t even exist. We had dumb inside jokes that made no sense to anyone else. We’d trauma dump on each other at 2 a.m., vent about life, family, the stuff nobody else really cared enough to ask about. She told me I was her “safe space,” and honestly, I believed her. Felt like I finally found someone who got me. Someone who saw me — not just some random dude in the background.
By Mic Henry6 months ago in Confessions
The S'Mug of Victory
My paternal grandmother is a loud, rude woman. I think you know the type. If you suggest she's being too loud or too rude, she responds with phrases like "That's just how I am" and "At least I'm honest." Neither has she ever particularly cared for me much. So, on one of the few trips to visit my family while we lived in Florida, when we went on an activity that I had chosen as a reward for doing well in school, it was no big surprise that she complained and made a scene the whole way.
By K.B. Silver 6 months ago in Confessions
