Stream of Consciousness
Letting Go Didn’t Break Me — Holding On Did
I used to think that letting go was the ultimate form of defeat. That if I walked away—from a person, a situation, or a version of myself—I was somehow giving up. That strength looked like staying. That love meant holding on, even if my hands were bleeding from the grip.
By Azmat Roman ✨7 months ago in Confessions
What If Social Media Disappeared Overnight?
A Silent Night, a Disconnected World Imagine waking up tomorrow to find your phone buzzing—but there are no Instagram stories, no TikTok videos, and no Facebook updates. Just silence. No notifications. No hashtags trending. Social media has vanished.
By Abid Ali Khan7 months ago in Confessions
My Husband's Hidden Letter Revealed a Truth That Shattered Our Perfect Marriage
I always believed marriage was built on trust. My husband and I had been married for ten years — a full decade of what I thought was love, laughter, and loyalty. Our friends called us the “perfect couple.” People envied how we still held hands at dinner, how we laughed over silly things, how we always looked like we had each other’s backs.
By Abid Ali Khan7 months ago in Confessions
The Ones Who Stayed Soft
You didn’t armor up. You didn’t numb out. You didn’t lose yourself, even when it would’ve been easier. The world applauds those who "toughen up." But what about those who stayed soft? Who stayed open? Who kept their heart intact, even when it hurt?
By Prince Esien7 months ago in Confessions
The Empty Box That Taught Me Everything
Start writing...I was nineteen, broke, overworked, and quietly frustrated with life. Between university classes and two part-time jobs, my world revolved around due dates, packed buses, cold instant noodles, and the relentless feeling that life was just too heavy for someone my age.
By waseem khan7 months ago in Confessions
The Habit Loop That Controls Your Life
There was a time when I felt like my life was on autopilot—but not the kind where everything runs smoothly. More like a cycle of frustration, stopping, starting, and feeling stuck. Wake up. Scroll social media. Eat junk food out of boredom. Lie awake at night regretting it. Sleep. Repeat. Day after day, week after week.
By Fazal Hadi7 months ago in Confessions
Dear You
If you never read this, I’ll still be grateful to have written it. I don’t know how to explain what’s been happening to me in a way that makes logical sense. And maybe I’m not supposed to. Maybe some things aren’t meant to be understood—only felt. But I’ve found myself caught in a strange current—one where your name, your face, your energy has become a recurring presence in places I never expected: my dreams, my quiet moments, my art, my spirit.
By Charming_Menace 7 months ago in Confessions
The Day I Climbed Over Fear
For as long as I can remember, I’ve been terrified of heights. Mortified. Even the thought of standing near a ledge makes my knees do that weird wobble thing. If heaven and hell really are in the sky and underground, I think I know which one I’d rather be closer to—and it’s not because of fire or damnation.
By ArshNaya Writes7 months ago in Confessions
