Friendship
The Fog
My third treatment is around the corner and my mind is literally deteriorating. Chemo brain or Chemo fog is very much like pregnancy brain, but I feel like its a lot worse. However, I wouldn’t know because I’ve never had a pregnancy to last to the point of getting pregnancy brain. You get sensitive to smells, get dizzy easy, black out, however I feel like the worst thing is I’m struggling with communication it seems.
By Jessie Lynn Nelson11 months ago in Confessions
Confessions of a Liar
So, it's confession time. While I am sure that most people that follow my scribblings, poetic etchings and stories will not be so fickle to stop subscribing and reading because of this, there is the potential that you might. I have made peace with that.
By Paul Stewart11 months ago in Confessions
From the Storms of Failure to the Peak of Success
From the Storms of Failure to the Peak of Success Life is a continuous battle, a journey filled with obstacles that test our determination and resilience. Every individual aspires to achieve success, but before reaching that pinnacle, one must endure the harsh trials of failure. While some people crumble under the weight of setbacks, others use them as stepping stones to greatness. I have made my decision—I will succeed, for failure does not frighten me!
By Dipak Pawar11 months ago in Confessions
The Rebellious Spirit of a Brown Girl. Top Story - February 2025.
I belong to India where a lot of expectations are placed on brown girls. It entails carrying the burden of the "good girl" stereotype all the time. Society expects me to prioritize other people's viewpoints over my own, frequently at the expense of my goals and ambitions. It is rebellion to defend myself. Even if it costs me to respect people who are trying to destroy my life, I must keep quiet and listen. A girl already had so much pressure the day she was born. But what about the boys? Brown girls are always instructed to sit properly, not laugh loudly, not talk to boys and always be docile and soft. Why is a girl's gender the requirement to clean the house or be in the kitchen?
By Hridya Sharma11 months ago in Confessions
"The Faith in Hard Work"
"The Faith in Hard Work" While striving for a job, there have been numerous instances where I came so close, yet missed the opportunity at the final stage. However, I never blamed anyone. Instead, I worked even harder in preparation. I kept getting ready to prove myself over and over again. People would say, "A good job is not in your destiny," but I would smile and respond, "Destiny is shaped by hard work."
By Dipak Pawar11 months ago in Confessions
When Home Becomes a Prison: The Silent Suffering of Abused Children
Start writing...In every society, there are children who smile despite their pain, who hide their tears behind silent glances, and who live a childhood stripped of security and warmth. Domestic violence against children is not just a fleeting incident; it is a permanent scar that leaves psychological and emotional effects that may last a lifetime. Between screaming and beating, a child grows up learning fear instead of love, carrying with them a world full of brokenness that may shape their future. What are the reasons that drive parents to abuse their children? What are the consequences? And how can we change this painful reality?
By yusuf selho11 months ago in Confessions
My Dreams, My Existence!
My Dreams, My Existence! What are dreams? For some, they are nothing more than the fleeting images that appear when they close their eyes at night. For others, they are just words spoken casually, without any real commitment. But for me, dreams are my identity. They are not just my aspirations; they define who I am. My dreams are my existence!
By Dipak Pawar11 months ago in Confessions
"I Survived 30 Days Without Social Media—Here’s the Brutal Truth No One Admits"
The Moment I Realized I Was Addicted It was 2:37 a.m. on a Tuesday. I’d just spent 45 minutes scrolling TikTok reels of strangers’ vacations, DIY crafts I’d never attempt, and a raccoon eating cotton candy. My eyes burned, my neck ached, and I felt… nothing. That’s when I knew: I was a zombie.
By Wryter11 months ago in Confessions
An Unexpected Foot Exam
She works as a secretary at a podiatrist’s office and helped me schedule an appointment with a doctor she knew. I had met him once at her house during a holiday gathering, and she assured me he was great at what he did. She even asked him if he could check my feet after work one evening.
By Farkas Noir11 months ago in Confessions
