Family
The Weight of Tomorrow
The Weight of Tomorrow No one knew exactly when the city of Liora first began to dim. It happened slowly, like the silent falling of dust on an abandoned book. Some blamed the endless gray clouds that draped the sky like an old, heavy blanket. Others whispered of a "sorrow fever," a sickness of the spirit that had crept into their hearts.
By Gabriela Tone9 months ago in Confessions
Sisters of the Soul
Sisters of the Soul The Challenge That Forged an Unbreakable Bond Ava and Lena met not by blood, but by fate. Their friendship was the kind of rare magic that most people search for all their lives. It was effortless — built on glances, laughter, and long conversations that stretched into the night.
By Muhammad Sabeel9 months ago in Confessions
Through My Silent Eyes
Through My Silent Eyes I was there when the house was full of laughter. It smelled like cinnamon and fresh coffee and something softer — like sunlight on wood floors. My family was everything: Mark, the strong one whose laugh filled the house; Claire, the soft one whose hands smelled like soap and vanilla; and Ellie, the little one with wild, golden hair who loved to sit on the floor with me, babbling in her baby voice.
By Gabriela Tone9 months ago in Confessions
My Story of Growing Up Invisible: Their Needs Always Came First
When you're raised in a home where your parents' needs are always the priority, you learn quickly how to disappear. You adapt, you accommodate, and eventually, you forget what it even feels like to want something for yourself. That was when I was young. A life lived in the shadows so that others could shine. We seemed like a functioning family from the outside. My parents were educated, respected, and active in the community. They maintained steady employment and attended every school function, parent-teacher conference, and neighborhood barbecue. But behind closed doors, the dynamic was starkly different. Love in our house was conditional—granted only when you served a purpose, fulfilled an expectation, or validated their sense of self.
By MD Tarek Aziz 9 months ago in Confessions
Maybe I Was Wrong: A Confession I Needed Years to Make
🌧️ The Day I Walked Away I still remember the last time we spoke. You messaged me something simple — a “Hey, just checking in, you okay?” But I wasn’t okay. I hadn’t been for a while. I was angry, hurt, confused… and worst of all, ashamed that I didn’t know how to say it.
By Aleesha Ilyas9 months ago in Confessions
" When Everyone Left Me, I Learned To Love Myself"
There was a moment in my life when I looked around and realized—I was alone. Friends disappeared. Family became distant. Even the people I thought would always be there... weren’t. It was one of the hardest realizations I’ve ever faced.
By Semexant Djorkaeff 9 months ago in Confessions
When Conversations Turn into Court Cases: A Comedy of Toxic Communication
You ever try to have a calm, grown-up conversation with someone and somehow end up feeling like you're in an episode of Law & Order: Petty Victims Unit? Yeah… welcome to toxic communication.
By Kayla E9 months ago in Confessions
