Embarrassment
Can a Broken Heart Be Fatal?
Heartbreak is a universal human experience, often described as a crushing emotional pain that feels almost physical. Whether it’s the end of a romantic relationship, the loss of a loved one, or a profound betrayal, the term "heartbreak" captures the visceral agony of emotional loss. But can heartbreak go beyond metaphor and actually threaten our lives? Can we, in fact, die from a broken heart? The answer lies at the intersection of emotion, physiology, and medical science, and it’s more complex than you might think.
By Doctor Strange8 months ago in Confessions
What Happens When Intimacy is Absent in Relationships
Men and women are made for each other to provide peace, contentment, emotional safety, resilience, and satisfaction. This concept is widespread in the teachings of every religion, whether Christian, Muslim, Hindu, or others.
By Iqra Aslam8 months ago in Confessions
The Breakup That Broke More Than Just My Heart
Introduction: When Love Leaves A Scar Breakups suck. But this one? This one didn’t just crack my heart—it bulldozed through my sense of self, knocked down my confidence, and left my soul scrambling for breath. Ever been so gutted by a goodbye that you didn’t recognize the person staring back in the mirror? Yeah, that was me. And maybe it’s you too. Let me walk you through the wreckage... and the rebuild.
By Lila Hart8 months ago in Confessions
I Was a Bully in High School, and I’m Still Apologizing for It
The Shame I Carry There’s a story I’ve never really told. I was a bully in high school. It feels strange to admit that now, as an adult who prides herself on kindness and understanding. But the truth is, the shame of who I was back then still lingers. Even as I’ve worked hard to become a better person, I know that the damage I caused to others in my youth is something I’ll never fully undo.
By Fahad Khan8 months ago in Confessions
The Crown Made of Thorns
I hate crying! That's insane, right? I was 11. I was playing with my friends, and some of them were slightly older than me, and they told me we would be playing a game, and suddenly one of the older sisters who was playing with us stood up and told us whoever won would be crowned with this beautiful paper crown. Everyone shouted, Hurray, sure, sure, and I was so happy. I am not even lying; I was so happy. After a few minutes, everybody held hands and made a circle, and I was just following what they were doing. Suddenly one girl who was a few years older than me dragged me to the middle of the circle. She said, Welcome, Iris, and I had no idea what was happening, and suddenly she placed a paper crown on my head, and I was so happy. Everyone clapped and started laughing, but. I had no idea why they were laughing. Suddenly the girl who crowned me spoke congratulations. Congratulations on being the crybaby. She told kudos for being able to be weeper-in-chief. I didn't get what was going on at first and was trying to process everything for the moment. And the giggles turned into mimicked sobs. They were pretending to cry—ugly, exaggerated sobs. It hit me like the bucket of cold water filled with ice in the winter season. So, this wasn't a game. This was a joke, and I was the punchline. Apparently, I cried too much over small things and over big things. I used to spill my emotions over the things that might not be a big deal to other people. I was loud, I was messy, I was expressive maybe a little more. I used to rant about everything, every feeling, to my mother. I also smiled with them by taking off the crown and holding the crown in my hand. I swear I couldn't laugh. My throat was burning. I remember I ran home without saying anything. I ran so fast. Opened the door, dang, my mother asked what had happened, but I replied, Nothing, Mom, I forgot something, and went to the other room. My mother told I am going to the market, ok? I have prepared lunch for you. Eat, ok?" I never wanted to be alone before this. I didn't rant about what has happened to me with my mother. I didn't say a word to anyone. I went to the other room and started to cry, and I cried a lot, like a lot. I cried and cried. I sobbed for so many hours, and I wept alone. For the last time, I cried too much. That was just a part of the joke for them, but that joke implanted a non-recurable fear in the brain of an 11-year-old child, which has not healed to this day. Now she is 22 and still holds that phobia. After that incident, I don't remember crying much. Even my close ones have seen me crying or being emotional 2-3 times throughout, and now they call me cold. I am not cold. I am not unemotional. I am scared. Scared that if I let my emotions surface, they will be dismissed. I was a chaotic child. But over time, I learned that my emotions were too much for others. The transformation wasn't a choice ; it was just a shield for the protection of my inner child. To be seen and heard like that sometimes might result in distance with feelings. Is this correct?
By Iris8 months ago in Confessions
Simple '30-second rule' can help you win every conversation, even if you're a little awkward
Do you ever feel awkward in conversations? You’re not alone. Whether it's making small talk with coworkers, chatting with someone new at a party, or trying to break the ice in a meeting, conversation anxiety is something many people experience. For those who aren’t naturally charismatic, knowing what to say—especially early in an interaction—can feel like walking a tightrope.
By Fawad ali8 months ago in Confessions
If My Exes Read My Novels
I started writing novels before I had a single boyfriend. It was smart of me to get started before I met any of them. They all knew I was a writer, yet I doubt that any of them thought that I might become a writer who published internationally, that I might use them as character models, or what I might say about them in retrospect. I have to admit a level of curiosity. What would they think of my writing? Let's play a game. I had eight boyfriends before I got married. What would they think?
By Stephanie Van Orman8 months ago in Confessions
Understanding Seal Ring Gaskets: Types, Applications, and Benefits
Gasco INC – Leading Seal Ring Manufacturers in India – brings you this in-depth guide to help you understand the fundamentals of seal ring gaskets, their various types, real-world applications, and key benefits for industrial use.
By Gasco Gaskets INC8 months ago in Confessions
FRP Pipes: The Future of Corrosion-Resistant Industrial Piping
D Chel Oil & Gas is a renowned FRP pipe manufacturer in India. FRP pipe is corrosion resistant, simple to construct and carry, has a long service life, and needs little maintenance. It transports sewage and wastewater from households and businesses. Our FRP pipe performs effectively under a broad range of soil and weather conditions. When placed in severe locations, they may be expected to perform at elevated temperatures and pressures. FRP pipes are used in a variety of industries, including power generation, irrigation, gas distribution, and chemical plants.They are often recognized as the most successful petrochemical industry commodity solutions.
By frp-grp8 months ago in Confessions
