Dakota Denise
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Every story I publish is real lived, witnessed, survived. True or not I never say which. Think you can spot fact from fiction? Everything’s true. The lie is what you think I made up. I write humor, confessions, essays, and lived experiences
Stories (53)
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At Some Point, My Nervous System Fired HR. Content Warning.
At Some Point, My Nervous System Fired HR. I don’t remember the exact day it happened, but I know the moment. The moment my nervous system looked at my life, sighed deeply, closed its laptop, and said, “Yeah… we’re not doing this shit anymore.”
By Dakota Denise a day ago in Confessions
I Didn’t Lose My Mind — I Outgrew Chaos
For a long time, I thought something was wrong with me. I thought I was overthinking. I thought I was reading too deeply into situations that were meant to be taken at face value. I thought I was emotional, dramatic, sensitive—every word people use when they don’t want to engage with what’s actually being said.
By Dakota Denise a day ago in Confessions
While Your Case Is Under Review
While Your Case Is Under Review The message arrived almost immediately. I had barely closed the browser window before my phone vibrated. An email—polite, efficient—thanked me for submitting my materials and assured me they had been received. It explained that my case was now under review and that I would be contacted if additional information was required.
By Dakota Denise 4 days ago in Journal
I'm 47 and My Sleep is a Threat To Society . Content Warning.
I’m 47 Years Old and Sleep Is a Threat to Society Let me be very clear about something. I do not sleep. Not because I don’t want to. Not because I’m trying to be productive. But because my brain refuses to shut the fuck down.
By Dakota Denise 4 days ago in Confessions
I Forgot My Password and It Ruined My Entire Day
I forgot my password. Not in a dramatic, end-of-the-world way. Not in a “someone hacked me” way. Just a regular, ordinary, soul-eroding kind of forgot my password. The kind that shouldn’t matter. The kind that absolutely does.
By Dakota Denise 7 days ago in Confessions
The Last Thing We Did Together
I leave the message at 11:43 every night because that’s when you used to come home. I don’t remember deciding that. It isn’t written anywhere. No alarm goes off. My body just knows when it’s time, the way it knows when to swallow or flinch or stop reaching for your side of the bed.
By Dakota Denise about a month ago in Confessions
