Stream of Consciousness
Impacting Others, Happy or Brilliant, and Huggers
Some people leave behind echoes—words, gestures, tiny acts of care—that resurface long after the moment has passed. Over the years, I’ve been told by friends, family, and even acquaintances that something I once said or did helped them in ways I couldn’t have imagined at the time.
By waseem khan6 months ago in Confessions
The Night I Had a Conversation With My Shadow
I wasn’t planning to stay up that late. I had turned off the lights and meant to go to bed, but sleep felt distant, like it was hiding behind a curtain I couldn’t pull back. So I walked over to the window, let the cool moonlight spill onto my floor, and stood in the quiet.
By Hilal Hussain6 months ago in Confessions
Kaylee Goncalves’ Father: “We Know Why He Did It — And It’s More Disturbing Than You Think”
It’s been more than two years since the unimaginable struck in Moscow, Idaho. Four promising lives—Kaylee Goncalves, Madison Mogen, Ethan Chapin, and Xana Kernodle—were brutally taken in their own home. The crime shocked a tight-knit college town and sent waves of sorrow across the country. Now, as the legal aftermath continues, Kaylee’s father, Steve Goncalves, has spoken out bluntly:
By Bevy Osuos6 months ago in Confessions
“The Phone Call That Changed My Mother Forever”
It was just an ordinary Tuesday night. My mom stood at the kitchen counter, chopping onions for her famous lentil soup. I was helping her toast bread, the smell of garlic and butter swirling in the air. The radio played quietly in the background—one of those stations that always seemed stuck in the 90s. It felt like one of those rare, calm moments when everything was just… right.
By Ali6 months ago in Confessions
Why I Blocked My Crush Without Saying a Word — And Slept Better That Night
I didn’t say goodbye. I didn’t offer an explanation. I didn’t leave a dramatic paragraph for closure. I just hit “block” — and then, for the first time in weeks, I slept through the night.
By Abdushakur Mrisho6 months ago in Confessions
The Lie I Told at My Mother's Funeral
The scent of lilies was suffocating. It clung to the heavy air of the chapel, mingling with the damp wool of black coats and the faint, metallic tang of grief. I stood at the podium, the polished wood cool beneath my sweating palms, staring out at a sea of faces blurred by my unshed tears. My father sat in the front row, his shoulders slumped, a picture of devastated widowhood. My sister, Sarah, clung to his arm, her face a mask of raw pain. And then there was him. Robert. Standing discreetly near the back, his expression carefully neutral, but his presence screamed betrayal louder than any words.
By Ziafat Ullah6 months ago in Confessions
When I Chose Peace Over Pleasing: The Day My Silence Stopped Serving Everyone but Me
I used to be proud of how “easygoing” I was. The one who didn’t make waves. The one who could be counted on to “understand.” I became the friend who always said yes, the partner who never argued, the daughter who swallowed her pain with a smile.
By Azmat Roman ✨6 months ago in Confessions
I'm Not Who I Was. And That's the Whole Point
I used to bend until I broke. If you knew me five years ago, you’d remember the girl who always smiled, said yes when she wanted to scream no, stayed quiet when she should’ve spoken up, and made herself small just to keep the peace. That version of me was easy to love—at least for everyone else. But she nearly killed me.
By Azmat Roman ✨6 months ago in Confessions
