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!! Quitting !!
I quit my job! I did it, just like i quit smoking in the beginning of this year! It is interesting to write about it, quitting after 30 years of smoking. Maybe next time. Quitting my job is so much harder. I feel like quitting my job, will make me smoke again after all those months!
By Julien Rodin 6 months ago in Confessions
The Last Letter That Changed My Life
I found the letter on a rainy Thursday afternoon. It wasn’t supposed to be there. I was cleaning out the attic, surrounded by the smell of old wood and dust, when my hand brushed against an old tin box. Its lock was broken, and the lid creaked when I opened it. Inside were faded photographs, yellowed receipts, and, buried underneath them, an envelope with my name written in a handwriting I hadn’t seen in over a decade.
By Aminullah6 months ago in Confessions
Truth or Dare: Confessions That Change Lives
Truth or Dare: Confessions That Change Lives The room was thick with anticipation, a mixture of laughter and nervous energy buzzing beneath the flickering fairy lights strung above. It was the kind of night where secrets felt lighter when shared, and fears shrank under the warmth of friendship.
By HAFSA6 months ago in Confessions
Remembering Summer of 1967. Content Warning.
MAGA are building unwed mother's home again as they killed Roe vs. Wade. This is terrifying. I this from my heart and from my experience in the summer of 1967. My parents were conservative one day and liberal the next day. Watch the video. I worked 9 hours on this project.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 6 months ago in Confessions
My Grandma’s Secret Life as a Cold War Spy
The Grandma I Thought I Knew Growing up, my grandmother was my anchor. Her little kitchen smelled like cinnamon and safety. Light streamed through lace curtains, catching dust motes in midair like tiny floating stars. Her hugs weren’t just embraces—they were shields, the kind that could melt away a bad day before I could even explain what had happened.
By LUNA EDITH6 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 TheNaeth6 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 Ahmad6 months ago in Confessions
Mourning the Life I Could’ve Had While Learning to Embrace the One I’m Meant For
I was watching The Chi. It is a popular television show. Long story short, in one of the episodes, there is a character by the name of Trig. He is the oldest of three boys to a mom who battled with drugs their whole lives. This caused Trig to take an alternative path in life and grow up much sooner then he would have liked. In one of the episodes, the brothers and their mom were all reunited. During a conversation, Trig brought up that he has a savior complex, and that he’s grieving. His mom, looked at him and asked,
By Limmie Eimmil6 months ago in Confessions
I Hid My Best Friend’s Affair… Until It Ruined My Marriage
I never imagined that loyalty could come at such a devastating cost. For years, Claire and I were inseparable — best friends who shared everything, from late-night talks about our dreams to the kinds of secrets no one else knew. So when she told me about the affair, I was caught in a whirlwind of emotions — shock, confusion, and a crushing sense of betrayal. But most of all, I was trapped between two impossible choices: protect her secret or protect my own marriage.
By HAFSA6 months ago in Confessions
