Teenage years
"The Faith in Hard Work"
"The Faith in Hard Work" While striving for a job, there have been numerous instances where I came so close, yet missed the opportunity at the final stage. However, I never blamed anyone. Instead, I worked even harder in preparation. I kept getting ready to prove myself over and over again. People would say, "A good job is not in your destiny," but I would smile and respond, "Destiny is shaped by hard work."
By Dipak Pawar11 months ago in Confessions
When Home Becomes a Prison: The Silent Suffering of Abused Children
Start writing...In every society, there are children who smile despite their pain, who hide their tears behind silent glances, and who live a childhood stripped of security and warmth. Domestic violence against children is not just a fleeting incident; it is a permanent scar that leaves psychological and emotional effects that may last a lifetime. Between screaming and beating, a child grows up learning fear instead of love, carrying with them a world full of brokenness that may shape their future. What are the reasons that drive parents to abuse their children? What are the consequences? And how can we change this painful reality?
By yusuf selho11 months ago in Confessions
My Dreams, My Existence!
My Dreams, My Existence! What are dreams? For some, they are nothing more than the fleeting images that appear when they close their eyes at night. For others, they are just words spoken casually, without any real commitment. But for me, dreams are my identity. They are not just my aspirations; they define who I am. My dreams are my existence!
By Dipak Pawar11 months ago in Confessions
"I Survived 30 Days Without Social Media—Here’s the Brutal Truth No One Admits"
The Moment I Realized I Was Addicted It was 2:37 a.m. on a Tuesday. I’d just spent 45 minutes scrolling TikTok reels of strangers’ vacations, DIY crafts I’d never attempt, and a raccoon eating cotton candy. My eyes burned, my neck ached, and I felt… nothing. That’s when I knew: I was a zombie.
By Wryter11 months ago in Confessions
I can't believe you are gone...
It is so difficult for me to write in the Albanian language because, in English, it feels like I can hide or transform the pain and fear with my fantasies. But today, a pain repeated itself once again and struck even harder. My heart nearly shattered from the pain and, for a moment, forgot to beat again. Then, a storm swept everything away, and a torrential rain began to pour furiously. Wild and blinding lightning illuminated the night in its darkness. The noise was so loud that it deafened all of humanity.
By Ina Zeneli11 months ago in Confessions
To be finished in cow raising
Cow Raising: Productive Rural Undertaking Cow raising is quite possibly of the most encouraging and beneficial endeavor in the rural area of Bangladesh. It isn't just a method for milk creation, yet in addition a significant method for working on ranchers' financial status, addressing healthful necessities and producing business. Cow cultivating can turn out to be exceptionally productive with legitimate preparation, appropriate consideration and great administration.
By MD ONIK HASAN11 months ago in Confessions
Chasing daylight
He is the heartbeat of every event, the spark that ignites the room. You’ll find him everywhere, his laughter ringing out like music, his eyes alight with a fire that thrives on connection. Every conversation, every shared smile, seems to feed his soul, as though the world itself were a stage built just for him.
By shion ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .11 months ago in Confessions
The Girl and the Joint. Content Warning.
What if you could buy happiness for $80 a week, but it cost you your peace? That’s the deal I unknowingly made at 17. I didn’t plan for it—it just happened. Back then, I was living with my boyfriend, a “man” who claimed to love me but used his words and fists to remind me how small he thought I was. With no family to turn to and no safe place to call home, every day felt like a fight to keep my head above water. I was drowning in silence.
By Kelly Rivera11 months ago in Confessions
I am 22 and am not ashamed to admit that
1) I could not clear my master's entrance exam and dedicated an entire year to the process which led to physical and mental burnout. I took a few months off after taking the exam to figure out what I wanted from life.
By Hridya Sharma11 months ago in Confessions
Red string of fate
Parallel souls they call it. I remember seeing his face and meeting him in my other lifetimes, if that even exists…. I recall his cold touch, his dancing fingertips against the warmth of my soft skin. His gentle voice which serenaded each time the day started anew. His laugh which ringed in my ears as the moment fell silent and still, just like my heartbeat. Or maybe they were right, maybe I’m just longing for someone who does not exist. I looked out my window, the snow continued to fall from the sky.
By shion ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .11 months ago in Confessions
