Secrets
The House I Grew Up In Doesn’t Remember Me
The porch steps creaked under my weight, though not out of familiarity. It was the kind of groan that old wood gives to strangers, not to long-lost children coming home. I hadn’t stood on this porch in over twelve years. And yet, every crack in the concrete walkway, every wind chime clinking in the dry summer air, every flake of peeling paint on the door had been preserved in my memory.
By Azmat Roman ✨6 months ago in Confessions
The Letter I Never Sent to My Estranged Parent
The Envelope That Never Left My Desk I sat in my childhood bedroom, the air thick with dust and memories, holding a pen that felt heavier than it should. It was a rainy Tuesday in October, the kind where the world feels gray and endless. In front of me lay an envelope, its edges curling from weeks of hesitation. Inside was a letter I’d written to my estranged father—a letter I’d never send. The words were raw, jagged, a confession of pain I’d buried for years. I traced his name on the front, my handwriting shaky, and wondered if I’d ever find the courage to mail it.
By Hewad Mohammadi6 months ago in Confessions
I Cheated… and It Made Me a Better Partner
I never thought I’d be the kind of person who cheats. It sounds self-righteous now, but I genuinely believed I was above that. I had opinions—harsh ones—about people who strayed. I judged them in silence. Called them selfish. Weak. Cowardly. I was sure I would never become the villain in someone else’s love story.
By HAFSA6 months ago in Confessions
Why Does the Universe Ask more of me than most?
What I survived one does not talk about out of curtesy of others. It is socially inapriprate and one must cage the situation with caution because of social norms I soppose. People naturally can only handle so much. But naturally as a neurodivergent person I struggled to understand a social ques. Problem? I have no filter, and I am as bizarre as they come. I know people judge me to be quite odd or eccentric, for being to open. However, having cerebral palsy in the early 2000's made me a social outcast and I had zero social skills and no impulse control. When you are born with cerebral palsy there is damage to the frontal lobe and that really affects who you become in regards to your personality. I blame this reason alone for being such a bold person, Also people with disabilities ( I am sorry to be so honest) are stronger than the rest of population by the laws of the survival of the fittest. They have more tenacity and grit then you could ever imagine. You dont know how strong you have to be in life until you are given no choice or alternative. Naturally as a result, we face life fearlessly and with a kind of strength and courage no one could define unless they had a disability. Please keep in mind that I am very aware that everyone has a disability of certain severity, and in reality we are all disabled. However, it seems to be the case that more more "soul strength" is required of the people that are severely disabled and have very heavy bodies more sickly bodies with limited mobility. I was contently frustrated ands in a state of mental and physical exhaustion and still you must do what the world demands of you. I cannot tell you how many times I have pleaded in complete mercy to God, " Why are you asking me to do the impossible everyday- I'm tired." People always assumed I lived with my parents, live in a group home or some institution- and were shocked to learn I live on my own. When I am in a hospital, I feel helpless at times because the doctor and nurses assume I am incompetent regarding my care and condition of my health. They also talked to me and treated me differently. I remember them begging to treat my skin infection on my foot before it naturally enntered my bloodsteam and I found myself bedbound again due to extreme weakness. No one listened and I was asked to take anibiotics for weeks untuil the problem spiralled out of control and required hospitalization. Sometimes I arrived so overwelmed by the inflection I was no longer able to walk with my walker. I was using everything I had to make it to the ER in hopes I would be nursed back to health. But they always discharged me and I was always worried if my body was strong enough to make it home. These were dark times, it really did make me belief that my life had lost all of its quaility and I lived in a constant state of suffering and agony. I did not have my motorized wheelchair at the time and all I had to make it in the world was my walker. But due to illness I could no longer walk safely, and it seemed to also rob me of my balance and stability. But still I was told to take the antibiotics that were not working and sent home only to decline rapidly over time over and over requiring hospitalization. I had lost complete and utter hope and honestly thought I would showily die of an infection over a long sufferuing time period. But I had always been a fighter and suviver, I was not the type to just lay down and die, I was young and still had a life to live! I learned through research that the simple act of putting vasicine on my toes would end my horrific wounds and elevate the problem. I worked with specialists, wound care nursews and endless doctors and no one offered a solution or an answer to why it was happening. They only threw pills at me. Meanwhile the wound nurses were making the problem worse my putting thick bandages on my feet that only caused them to rub together more. It honestly stabs me in the heart recalling this time in my life. I felt subhuman to the healthcare system and neglected terribly.
By Julia Stellings6 months ago in Confessions
Why Showing You Care Early in Dating Is Powerful
Remember when dating felt like a game of who can care less? When showing your feelings too soon meant you were “too much,” “too clingy,” or “scaring them away”? Yeah, same. But guess what? That cold, guarded approach is slowly melting—and a new wave is crashing in, one filled with openness, emotional honesty, and something the internet calls yearning.
By Test6 months ago in Confessions
The Viral Morning Routine Everyone Is Talking About—Does It Really Work?
You’ve seen the videos. A guy wakes up at 5 a.m., drinks something green, runs 10 miles, journals like a monk, and somehow has deep life clarity before sunrise. Social media makes it look effortless, aesthetic, and borderline superhuman.
By Kamran Zeb6 months ago in Confessions
Going Viral: The Dark Psychology Behind Online Fame
It starts with a ping. A sudden spike in views, an influx of likes, a flurry of comments from strangers across the world. You’ve gone viral. For a moment, you feel untouchable—validated, important, seen. But beneath that glittering surface, something darker is brewing.
By Kamran Zeb6 months ago in Confessions
The Stranger’s Notebook
The Stranger’s Notebook On a quiet afternoon, Maya wandered through the park, hoping the familiar rustle of leaves and distant laughter would calm the restless thoughts in her mind. Her world had felt heavy lately—filled with memories she couldn’t shake and questions with no answers. As she passed the old oak tree, something caught her eye: a small, worn notebook resting on a bench, its leather cover cracked and soft with age.
By Furqan Elahi6 months ago in Confessions
