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The Waiting Game
I have been diagnosised with stage one reoccurring cancer back in December of 2024, and did six months of Chemotherapy to treat it. It was a rough and trying path. I honestly thought I wasn’t going to make it. I know that seems a bit dramatic, but if one has read my other articles, you’d know. I’ve had blackouts, getting sick, in and out of the hospital. It was a scary time in my life where I didn’t know if I had the strength to go on. Last Wednesday I had gone and had a CT scan done to see where chemotherapy has left us. Is there cancer? Is the cancer gone?
By Jessie Lynn Nelson8 months ago in Confessions
Word of the Day: 綿棒
I am worried about eating these gummies too quickly but I am sure I will be getting out soon. My mom tripped in her room and injured her leg. Great, that is going to block some of my progress going forward but hopefully it will heal quickly by the 15th.
By Kayla McIntosh8 months ago in Confessions
BORN TO SURVIVE. Content Warning.
They used to call me "child" back when the world still had room for softness - before something as simple as a name could put a target on your back. Now, when someone asks who I am, I stay quiet. Not because I’ve forgotten, but because I remember too much. In a place that stopped seeing people as people, names lose meaning.
By Jelly8 months ago in Confessions
The Empty Chair by the Window
The Empty Chair by the Window There was always one chair in my grandmother’s living room that no one sat in. It wasn’t particularly special at first glance—just a faded velvet armchair placed neatly beside the window. But everyone instinctively avoided it. Guests never asked why. Family never discussed it. It simply stood there, quiet and untouched, like a bookmark left in a story no one dared reopen.
By Saboor Brohi 8 months ago in Confessions
The Stranger Who Called Me ‘Mom’
It was 6:48 PM on a Monday. The kind of tired where your bones feel like overcooked noodles. I was standing in line at the pharmacy, clutching a box of discount herbal sleep tea and a half-melted chocolate bar I’d convinced myself was self-care.
By Hamna Maalik8 months ago in Confessions
This Is My Beloved Son
This Is My Beloved Son The Words God Spoke Through Me By Joey Raines Description: This true story reveals the power of God speaking through an ordinary moment. With no warning and no plan, words flowed that confirmed the truth about Jesus as the Son of God. It is a reminder that God still speaks, and His voice brings both clarity and purpose.
By Joey Raines8 months ago in Confessions
Being Needed Made Me Feel Worthy
There was a time when being needed felt like love. The more someone leaned on me, the more I felt like I mattered. If they called me in crisis, if they needed comfort, advice, support I was there. First in line. Always available. Always showing up. And with each time I was needed, something inside me whispered: See? You’re not invisible. You’re valuable. You’re loved. But I didn’t realize I was slowly trading pieces of myself to feel that way.
By Zanele Nyembe8 months ago in Confessions
Echoes After the Storm: What I Learned in the Silence
We weren’t yelling anymore, but the silence was louder than any argument we’d ever had. I sat on the edge of our bed, staring at the floor like it might offer an answer. Across the room, Sarah leaned against the wall, arms folded, eyes red, but dry now. The words were still fresh in the air, hanging like dust that hadn’t settled.
By Fazal Hadi8 months ago in Confessions
I Lied About My Age for 3 Years—And He Still Chose to Believe Me
I didn’t mean to lie, at first. It wasn’t premeditated. It was one of those little things that slip out and hang in the air longer than you expect them to. We were at a bar, I was with a friend, he was sitting alone, and we started talking. I was 29. I told him I was 25.
By Noman Khan 8 months ago in Confessions
