Teenage years
I Don’t Remember the Last Time I Felt Real. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
Not all at once, not with any drama — just quietly, gradually. Like fog rolling in over water. I didn’t even notice it at first. One day I was living, breathing, feeling. The next… I was watching my own life like it was someone else’s.
By Akos Verbőczi6 months ago in Confessions
Is Masturbation a Sin?. Content Warning.
Masturbation is a topic that stirs up a lot of debate, especially within religious circles. Many people wonder if it's something that goes against their faith. The Bible doesn't explicitly mention masturbation, which complicates the discussion.
By Thakur S6 months ago in Confessions
When Dreams Come With Doubts...
Ever since I was a younger kid (I'm technically still a teenager), I’ve been told I’d make a great doctor. Not because I was diagnosing teddy bears or carrying a mini stethoscope around — but because my mom and grandma who are really loving and inspirational wanted to be doctors but life (finances) had other plans.
By A Girl's Dream6 months ago in Confessions
The Day I Stopped Apologizing for My Anxiety
It happened after another draining day at work, a day tangled in nervous energy. I kept hearing myself say, “Sorry I’m so anxious,” and “Sorry if I’m a bother.” My cheeks were hot with embarrassment every time a flush of panic crept in. That afternoon, after excusing my shivers and silence for what felt like the tenth time, I caught my reflection in the bathroom mirror. My eyes looked tired, old even, weighed down by invisible baggage. At that moment, I felt a swell of anger and stubborn hope rise—the realization that I deserved more than a cycle of apologies for simply being me.
By Wilson Igbasi6 months ago in Confessions
Confessions of a Hopeless Love
June 5th We are friends now. We will hang out in Stephen’s living room almost every night this summer. And last summer. We sit on opposite sides of the room and share the occasional laugh and small conversation. I don’t know how to tell you that I try to avoid your gaze. It hurts too much to look in your eyes and know that they will never look back at me the way they used to. I don’t know how to hug you goodbye without giving it away that I never want to let go.
By twenty-something6 months ago in Confessions
Black Flower in My Hands
I remember the moment the black flower first appeared in my hands. It was early morning, just before dawn, when the sky still wore its veil of soft gray. I woke up as usual, groggy and fumbling for my phone, only to see something dark and unfamiliar resting on my palm.
By Amelia6 months ago in Confessions
The Night I Lost My Hero
I was fifteen when my father died. He had esophageal cancer. He drank milk constantly, chewed through TUMS like they were breath mints. For years, he just called it heartburn. He worked in a factory, ate spicy food, lived hard, and kept going. The diagnosis came late, and the end came fast.
By Danielle Katsouros6 months ago in Confessions
"How to Spot Someone's Love Language in the First Five Minutes" - relationship insights
Picture this: You're sitting across from someone at a coffee shop, and within the first five minutes, you already know whether they crave physical touch, desperately need words of affirmation, or feel most loved through thoughtful gestures. Sounds like magic? It's actually science—mixed with a healthy dose of observation skills that anyone can master.
By Muhammad Sabeel6 months ago in Confessions
The Moment I Realized Vulnerability Was My Greatest Strength
INTRODUCTION I'll never forget the day I realized that vulnerability was not a weakness, but a strength. I was sitting in a therapist's office, struggling to come to terms with a painful experience from my past. I felt like I was carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders, and I didn't know how to put it down.
By M.Changer6 months ago in Confessions
Even the Cutest Kids Get Lost Sometimes
When I was little, everyone in the family used to call me “the cute one.” I had chubby cheeks, a bowl haircut, and a giggle that could melt the grumpiest uncle’s heart. My grandfather adored me the most. He was the kind of grandpa who wore suspenders, kept mints in his pocket, and had a warm laugh that made you feel safe.
By Solene Hart6 months ago in Confessions
In the Fog: My Journey Through Xanax Withdrawal
I never imagined that something prescribed to help me would end up stealing nearly a decade of my life. When I was first diagnosed with Generalized Anxiety Disorder, I was desperate for relief. I couldn’t sleep, I couldn’t eat, and daily life felt like an impossible mountain. So when my doctor prescribed Xanax, I welcomed it. I didn’t question the dosage, didn’t hesitate. I just wanted the fear to stop.
By Saeed Ullah 6 months ago in Confessions
