Humanity
Confessions of a wife after her mother-in-law passed away
by: Asmaa khalil At that young age, when she was a young woman, she was unable to determine the form of human relations between people, and she was unable to feel in advance the feelings of the elderly. She was just her. She believed, when she was twenty years old, that a person who was forty years old was old, and that she had a right to live longer than him. It was just the intellectual absurdities of what teenagers go through, but when she went through the same experience, she felt the real pain that only those who have tasted it know.
By Asmaa Khalil2 years ago in Confessions
The Lies we say to ourselves
I think sometimes reality is harder than what we would want it to be, in these instances we prefer lies to the truth or even reality. We would prefer to convince ourselves that a lie is the truth, simply because we can’t face the facts of that reality.
By real Jema2 years ago in Confessions
When a Woman Says “I’m Going to Sleep,” Only Fools Reply with “Goodnight”
---The Language of Love When a woman says "I'm going to sleep," it's not just a statement - it's a cry for help, a plea for understanding, a desperate attempt to connect. It's a whispered secret, a hidden message, a silent scream.
By Swathika Swathi2 years ago in Confessions
Heartfelt Confession of My Mistake
"A Labyrinth of Regrets: A Heartfelt Confession of My Mistakes" As I wander through the labyrinthine corridors of my mind, I stumble upon the ghostly apparitions of my past mistakes. The shadows of regret whisper tales of what could have been, echoing the haunting refrain of "if only." In this sacred confessional of my soul, I bare my heart, exposing the wounds of my errors, and the lessons that have transformed me.
By Swathika Swathi2 years ago in Confessions
Breaking the Chain: Transforming Bad Habits
In the clamoring city of Arford, they carried on with a young lady named Lena. Lena was a gifted visual creator with a promising vocation, yet she had one significant hindrance holding her back: an assortment of negative behavior patterns that appeared to be difficult to break. Dawdling, unfortunate dietary patterns, and an absence of activity were only a couple of the difficulties she confronted everyday. Notwithstanding her earnest attempts, Lena wound up trapped in a pattern of vices that thwarted her advancement both by and by and expertly.
By Iftikhar Akram2 years ago in Confessions
Cassper Nyovest Testimony. AI-Generated.
Certainly! Here's the transcript organized into paragraphs for better readability: --- [Applause] This is crazy. I greet you all in the name of Jesus Christ. I've always wanted to do this. You may be seated. For those who don't know me, I go by the name Refilwe, also known as Casper. And I would like to start by greeting the leaders of the church, Apostle Lomo and Prophet Iro, sorry, Prophet Iroris. Prophet, and I heard everyone saying Prophet. I say I don't want trouble. I should say prophetess. Thank you so much for inviting me to share my testimony.
By Koko BK Ntsasa2 years ago in Confessions
Embracing Failure: A Poetic Reflection on Fear
In a curious town settled between moving slopes and rich woods, carried on with a youthful writer named Elara. Her heart overflowed with fantasies about making sections that would rouse and move individuals. Nonetheless, her life was eclipsed by a mind-boggling apprehension about disappointment. Each time she got her plume, question blurred her psyche, and the clear material before her appeared to be difficult.
By Iftikhar Akram2 years ago in Confessions
Beyond the Surface: Understanding Concealed Depression
Let me introduce you to Natalie. When Natalie first came to see me in therapy, she seemed almost apologetic. She giggled nervously while describing what sounded like symptoms of panic disorder—her heart racing, difficulty breathing. Despite her outward success—plenty of friends, a solid marriage, and a deep love for her kids—she felt that something was missing. "My life's almost perfect," she admitted, "I just need to calm down."
By Joseph Villarito Canete2 years ago in Confessions
