Stream of Consciousness
I Got a Message From My Dead Brother on Instagram
It was 2:13 a.m. when my phone buzzed, lighting up the darkness beside my bed. Half-asleep, I reached for it, expecting another spam DM or maybe one of those “are you awake?” texts from someone who shouldn’t matter anymore. But when I saw the name, I stopped breathing.
By Ava Writes Truth7 months ago in Confessions
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
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
The Things I Never Said Out Loud — Until Now
I don’t remember the first time I stayed quiet when I wanted to speak. Maybe it was at five years old when I heard my parents fight through the wall, and I sat in bed with my hands over my ears, wondering if it was my fault.
By nawab sagar7 months ago in Confessions
The First Time I Laughed After He Died, I Felt Like a Traitor
The first time I laughed after he died, I felt like a traitor. It wasn’t a polite chuckle or a weak smile. It was real—genuine and loud. The kind of laugh that escapes your chest before your brain can catch it. The kind of laugh that feels like life itself.
By Azmat Roman ✨7 months ago in Confessions
Word of the day: させる
People don't know this but when I got high, I used to automatic write. I still do it a bit now and even in my blog before but I sort of hold back on it because it can feel a bit like a manic episode because the pulls sometimes are so strong, like the momentum builds and ends up going into Jack Nicholson in the Shining or something.
By Kayla McIntosh7 months ago in Confessions
Some Days I Pretend He’s Just at a Friend’s House
It’s been 431 days since I last saw my son. But some days, I pretend he’s just at a friend’s house. I imagine his laughter echoing in someone else’s living room, his sneakers kicked off by the door, his phone left charging on the kitchen counter. I tell myself he’s staying up late playing video games, eating pizza rolls straight from the oven, yelling strategies over a headset. I picture him rolling his eyes when I call to check in. “Mom, I’m fine,” he would say, dragging out the word with teenage disdain, “I’m just at Jason’s.”
By Azmat Roman ✨7 months ago in Confessions
