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The Power of Confession. AI-Generated.
Confession is a profound act that has been part of human society for centuries, cutting across cultures, religions, and personal experiences. Whether it's admitting a wrongdoing, revealing a hidden truth, or sharing deep-seated feelings, confession plays a crucial role in our emotional and psychological well-being. This article explores the multifaceted nature of confession, its therapeutic benefits, and how it can lead to personal growth and healing.
By Loris L2 years ago in Confessions
This is not the life I ordered, but...
I thought I did everything right. I followed the course for the most part. I stayed out of trouble, or at least I thought I was. I worked, I had good people as friends, I gave my heart to Jesus, and I even went to college and became a college grad. So how did I end up at 53 years old on Social Security disability, divorced, and only one more mistake away from sleeping at a homeless shelter? I've been trying to figure that out for a long time. No, this is not the life I ordered. I wanted to have a career that would take care of more than my basic needs. I wanted to have a marriage that was unbeatable. I wanted to feel secure and happy, more so than what Social Security offers.
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman2 years ago in Confessions
the journey of a young man searching for his identity
Once upon a time, in a small town nestled between rolling hills and a winding river, lived a young man named Alex. Alex was like any other twenty-something—full of dreams, questions, and an unshakable curiosity about life. However, Alex had always felt a bit different. There was a lingering sense of not quite fitting in, like a puzzle piece misplaced in the wrong box. This feeling gnawed at him, urging him to set out on a journey to discover who he truly was.
By Mocun_cun2 years ago in Confessions
From Heartbreaking to healing: A Man's Journey
Breakups can be traumatic, and men often struggle to process their emotions. I'm here to talk about my own experience and the four phases I went through: acceptance, obsession, anger, and moving on. I learned that understanding and coping with emotions is key to growth. I want to encourage men to embrace their feelings and connect with others, rather than resorting to toxic behaviors. Let's break down the stigma around emotional expression and support each other in healing and self-discovery.
By Abdulrafiu Ayuba2 years ago in Confessions
Relapse Once Doesn’t Mean You Start from Zero Again
I relapse many times on my bad habits. I was planning to stop all of my bad habits — smoking, scrolling, and even cornography. It’s still hard for me to stop, and I don’t find a way out. I feel like a failure, and I’m starting to hate myself for doing that.
By Astride Evans2 years ago in Confessions
What an evil person looks like
Reading through the news, I saw an article which talked about a young man who slaughtered his girlfriend, and instantly I had many questions on my mind. The most obvious question was to know why a person so young would do something so heinous, I wondered to myself why go to such a length and not simply walk away. Cutting the throat of a person requires a certain level of anger and premeditation, you can’t just do such an act out of randomness.
By real Jema2 years ago in Confessions
Being a slut, simply because you want to
A b*tch will have many reasons to enter the profession. Mostly because of "circumstances", because of "poverty", because of "tradition"... But for her, she is a whore because she wants to be a whore. Just as simple as that.
By Ken Daklak2 years ago in Confessions
The Power of Words
I understand the power of words...the power in the pen, in the turn of a phrase, a smile and relatively cordial attitude (that is how it is in my head, you understand) can be transformed into a saddening sorry mess of downturned lips and sunken cheeks. Then comes the waterworks. Oh, the Niagara tear falls from the victim of childhood curt cruelty. The weeping on a random Tuesday or Wednesday in January back in the 1980s when I was less grey, more a mop of the darkest untamed brown hair you'd swear was black. I did not have my patented belly hanging down either but had the appetite of a ferocious beast.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Confessions
A Friend of Hope. Content Warning.
Last week I was in my car on the way home from work when I got a call from a childhood friend. It had been a minute since the two of us last spoke so I was surprised to be getting a call from him. When I picked up the phone he gave me some devastating news, a friend of ours who we had known since the first grade passed away. What made it worse was he died by suicide. All I could think about and ask myself was how could this good kid who was always smiling and vibrant could’ve taken his own life? Of course that’s a question many of us ask ourselves when such a tragedy happens.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Confessions
My sweet boy
pretty boy says , I’ve got those eyes . looking into the mirror has always been revolting . I recognise her , winter leaves frost bites on my neck as the flowers in my lungs decay .The butterflies are leaving now , they left a note , saying they don’t feel at home anymore , funny how you said that the day you left . They’ve sent the moths though. The moths take care of me now . I stand in front of the sink , the ripples of water control the inevitable fire that’s growing in the pit of my sanity . I break pieces of myself to debris so others don’t . pity glazes my skin and sits on it like she’s home .
By toa datta2 years ago in Confessions
