Teenage years

The Day I Realized My Family Didn’t See Me
I have always loved my family. They are the people I grew up with, shared meals with, celebrated holidays with, and turned to in times of need—or so I thought. But the truth is, I often felt invisible among them, like my presence didn’t matter, like my thoughts, feelings, and dreams were background noise in a house full of voices.
By Shakil Sorkar2 months ago in Confessions
The Secret Battle I’ve Been Fighting in Silence
I’ve always been the one who smiles, laughs, and tries to keep life light for everyone around me. From the outside, it looked like I had everything under control. Friends, family, even strangers probably thought I was confident, happy, and “put together.” But behind that smile was a secret—a relentless, invisible battle I never wanted anyone to see: anxiety.
By Shakil Sorkar2 months ago in Confessions
I Loved Someone Who Never Loved Me Back
I never thought I would write this, but I need to say it out loud, even if no one reads it. I loved someone with all my heart—a love so deep it consumed every part of me. But the truth is, they never loved me back.
By Shakil Sorkar2 months ago in Confessions
The Thing I Pretend Doesn’t Bother Me (But Actually Does)
I’ve always prided myself on being easygoing, the type of person who goes with the flow. I laugh off small annoyances, shrug off mistakes, and tell myself that everything is “fine” even when it isn’t. On the surface, it looks like I have it all together. But behind that smile is a truth I rarely admit: I’m tired of pretending that certain things don’t bother me—because they do.
By Shakil Sorkar2 months ago in Confessions
We Talk All Day Online — But No One Really Connects Anymore
I spend hours every day talking to people — or at least it feels like I do. My phone buzzes with messages, memes, and notifications. Friends send voice notes, group chats explode with opinions, and someone always seems to be typing. But when the screen goes dark, the silence feels heavier than ever.
By Shakil Sorkar2 months ago in Confessions
What I Wish I Knew at 20
When I was twenty, I thought I had everything figured out. I thought life would unfold the way I wanted, that time would wait for me, and that my mistakes wouldn’t matter as long as I said, “I’ll fix it later.” But “later” comes faster than you think, and it never waits for your readiness.
By nawab sagar2 months ago in Confessions
Where My Life Stopped
The Island You Never Really Leave Some places do not let you go. You leave them with a suitcase, a plane ticket, and the certainty of youth —
By Alain SUPPINI2 months ago in Confessions
I miss you
not so recently but not so long ago I broke up with my girlfriend. I won’t get to the nitty gritty of why or who’s to blame or all of that stuff (it’s all my fault) but it didn’t end well is all I’ll say. After a problem some 4 months before we broke up we never really worked the same and I think we both knew. It wasn’t that I no longer loved you but the way I loved you changed. It wasn’t the rose tinted love from the start but it wasn’t mature either I don’t think. It was that weird middle ground you find when you first end up with someone in your early 20s and you’re both no longer children but you aren’t exactly adults yet either.
By bevan tse-stuart2 months ago in Confessions
The Hidden Truth About Why She Left You
She didn’t leave you because you failed. She left you because someone else still owns her soul. That’s the truth no one tells you — until it’s too late.
By Randolphe Tanoguem2 months ago in Confessions
The Silent Forge
THIS ARTICLE IS A PART OF THE SERIES “Metaphysical Echoes — صدى ما وراء الوعي,” Although my awareness is limited, I wrote this series when I realized I am still blind to the world and perphaps to myself
By LUCCIAN LAYTH2 months ago in Confessions
Confession Beneath Unsaid Stars
There is something sacred about what is never said. It lingers— in the corners of rooms, between unfinished sentences, beneath every half-smile I tried to hide behind.
By minaal2 months ago in Confessions
Mastering Conflict with the Indirect Aggressor
Engaging in a debate or conflict with an individual who employs passive-aggressive tactics can be profoundly frustrating, often leaving you exhausted and questioning your own perceptions. Unlike overt aggression, which is direct and confrontational, passive-aggression is a subterranean form of hostility, marked by a resistance to demands for adequate performance in social or occupational situations, frequently alternating between obstructionism and deliberate inefficiency. It is a veiled attempt to exert control, punish, or express anger without the personal risk of open confrontation.
By Humberto Jaeres2 months ago in Confessions