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They Turned My Soft Heart Into Stone
We often think heartbreak comes with loud cries, broken promises, or dramatic goodbyes. But the truth is, some heartbreaks are quiet. They don’t come with shouting or tears. They come with slow, small changes that turn a warm heart into a cold one.
By Muhammad Adil7 months ago in Confessions
How Social Media Is Quietly Changing Who We Are
It was all fun when we first joined Facebook, Instagram, or Twitter. We felt a little more connected to the world because we were able to communicate with friends who lived far away, share photos, and write about our feelings. However, gradually, something began to alter. We used more than just social media — We began to change as a result. It started to shape how we see ourselves, how we talk, and how we feel slowly and quietly. It began to quietly rewrite our identity.
By kaykobad7 months ago in Confessions
Maybe slightly agoraphobic.
If you ever wonder if you are truly an introvert, have surgery. I know this sounds weird in all the ways, like who doesn’t think they’re an introvert? What introvert actually things they are an extrovert? For some of us extroverted-introverts, it actually can be confusing, believe it or not. It used to be confusing for me, until I read the book Quiet, The Power of Introverts in a World That Can’t Stop Talking. I thought, because I have always had very social jobs, have always been very chatty, and can show up to be the life of the party, always got in trouble for talking too much in class- I thought I must be an extrovert. What introvert talks that much? But then why do I prefer to be home? Why am I so exhausted after socializing? Why can I spend hours upon hours, if not days upon days, by myself in complete silence and not go mad? And then I read that book, learned that extroverted-introverts DO exist, that I am one of them, and the true marker of an introvert versus an extrovert is not necessarily what the world sees, but how we recharge. This was life-changing for me.
By Morgan Longford7 months ago in Confessions
Who Are You When No One’s Watching?
We spend much of our lives being seen. Not just literally, but performatively. We curate. We adjust. We smile when we’re supposed to. We speak in ways that feel acceptable. We become versions of ourselves that fit the room we’re in.
By Irfan Ali7 months ago in Confessions
I Married a Stranger—And Fell in Love Slowly
They say love should come before marriage. Mine came after. It was a quiet January morning when I walked into a courthouse wearing a pale pink dress and a brave smile. Across from me stood Ayaan — tall, dark-eyed, with an unreadable expression and hands tucked in his pockets like he didn’t know what to do with them.
By Umar Farooq7 months ago in Confessions
The Rising Fears of World War III: A Global Crisis in the Making
In recent months, the world has found itself on the brink of what many fear could become World War III. Escalating tensions in the Middle East, particularly between Iran and Israel, have sparked widespread global concern. Social media has amplified these fears, with platforms like Twitter (X) and TikTok flooded by memes, hashtags, and dark humor as a coping mechanism. But behind the satire lies a serious geopolitical crisis that could reshape the course of global peace and diplomacy.
By James World 7 months ago in Confessions
When You Outgrow Your Coping Mechanisms
At some point in your healing, you look around and realize you’re not in survival mode anymore. The alarms have stopped ringing. The ground beneath you is steadier. The chaos has quieted—but you’re still flinching. You’re still over-explaining. You’re still waiting for the other shoe to drop.
By Irfan Ali7 months ago in Confessions
How I Learned to Be Gentle with My Mind
For most of my life, my mind was a battlefield. It wasn’t loud or chaotic in a way that anyone else could hear, but inside, the noise was constant. The judgments, the overthinking, the quiet self-criticism disguised as “motivation.” I didn’t know it back then, but I had built a home inside my head that was anything but kind.
By Irfan Ali7 months ago in Confessions
My Mom Wasn’t a Bad Mother—She Was Just Drowning, Too
I used to tell people my mom was the villain of my childhood. Short-tempered. Always tired. Never there when I needed her emotionally. I swore I’d never be like her. I promised myself I’d never parent the way she did—distant, reactive, hard to love.
By Hazrat Umar7 months ago in Confessions
Letters in the Rain: A Love That Refused to Fade
Chapter 1: The Letters Begin Every morning for a year, Mia found a letter tucked under her door. They weren’t grand declarations — just small notes about the sunrise, the smell of rain, or how the coffee tasted that day. Each letter ended the same way: I hope you smile today.
By Waqar Khan7 months ago in Confessions
I Loved Them, But I Chose Me
There’s a particular ache that comes with leaving someone you still love. It’s not the explosive kind of ending where betrayal draws clear battle lines. It’s the quiet kind. The kind where love still lingers—but your soul knows you can’t stay.
By Irfan Ali7 months ago in Confessions
