Secrets
What If the Titanic Was Sunk on Purpose?
I can’t get the image out of my head, the Titanic, that monstrous ship everyone worships as a tragedy of fate, not a crime. My friend Mark’s obsession with this theory has been haunting me lately, and I swear, it’s like peeling back a layer of a nightmare I never wanted to see.
By Ava Writes Truth7 months ago in Confessions
Smiling Through the Storm: Escaping the Grip of a Toxic Friendship
I used to think soulmates came in the form of romantic partners. I thought love was the only bond powerful enough to hurt, heal, and haunt. I never realized that friendships—especially the toxic kind—can scar you just as deeply.
By Azmat Roman ✨7 months ago in Confessions
Men Are from Mars, Women Are from Venus by John Gray: One book that change my emotional psyche
I'll be honest with you – when I first picked up this book, I was skeptical. Another relationship guide promising to decode the mysteries between men and women? I'd heard it all before. But there's a reason this masterpiece has sold over 15 million copies and sparked countless conversations around dinner tables worldwide. After diving deep into its pages and applying its principles in real life, I can confidently say this isn't just another self-help book gathering dust on your shelf.
By Soibifaa7 months ago in Confessions
I Wasn’t Too Much—They Just Weren’t Enough: Unlearning the Myth of Being 'Difficult
For the longest time, I believed I was the problem. I was “too sensitive,” “too emotional,” “too outspoken,” “too needy.” That word—too—haunted me. It followed me like an unwanted nickname. In relationships, at work, in friendships, I constantly felt like I was walking on eggshells just to keep everyone comfortable. And when I finally spoke up about my boundaries, discomforts, or needs, I was met with blank stares, raised eyebrows, or the classic passive-aggressive sigh.
By Azmat Roman ✨7 months ago in Confessions
I Became a Stranger to Stay Alive
I never imagined I’d wake up one day and not recognize the person staring back at me in the mirror. The eyes were mine. The scars were mine. But the soul? That was someone else’s—someone I had to become just to make it through.
By Azmat Roman ✨7 months ago in Confessions
I Didn't Know Who I Was Until I Lost Everything
I used to think I had it all figured out. A steady job in finance, a penthouse apartment with a skyline view, and a social circle that toasted to success every Friday night. From the outside, my life looked perfect. But in truth, it was all a carefully crafted illusion—a mask I wore so well I forgot it wasn’t me.
By Azmat Roman ✨7 months ago in Confessions
Some Days I’m Fine. Other Days I Forget How to Breathe.
I wake up to sunlight filtering through the blinds. It’s a beautiful morning. Birds are chirping, the world seems peaceful, and for once, I feel okay. I shower, make my bed, and even hum to a song playing on the radio. These are the "fine" days — days when I can smile without forcing it, when the air doesn’t feel like it weighs a hundred pounds.
By Azmat Roman ✨7 months ago in Confessions
The Day I Packed a Bag and Never Looked Back
The Day Everything Changed It was a Tuesday. Tuesdays are rarely revolutionary. They’re the sleepy cousins of Mondays—unremarkable, predictable. But that one? It was the day I stopped pretending everything was okay. The day I zipped up a single bag, walked out the door barefoot, and didn’t look back.
By Azmat Roman ✨7 months ago in Confessions
The Closet That Holds Us Both
His clothes still hang in the closet. So does my guilt. I walk past that closet every day, hearing the faint rustle of fabric that’s no longer worn, no longer lived in. But the emptiness inside those shirts and jackets feels heavier than any weight I’ve ever carried. It’s a silence so loud it drowns me out.
By Azmat Roman ✨7 months ago in Confessions
