Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Confessions.
If This, Then That
Love is love. There is no denying attraction, infatuation or chemistry with someone, but how much resilience and heartache does it take to refuse to accept such feelings when it goes against societies norms, or our own internal battles of knowing who we are, or what we really want?
By Caroline5 years ago in Confessions
Dear self, you are resilient
Dear self, At just twenty two years of living I deemed you the toughest woman I have ever come across not only for your ability to forgive but your will to choose life. You have been through so much from class bullies to not loving that beautiful smile of yours. From mental & physical abuse to sexual abuse at the hands of a step parent. From those horrible suicidal thoughts to the attempts all the way to experiencing miscarriage at only sixteen years of age and the list could go on. You have been through enough trauma to last one a lifetime but you never let your bright light dim & I commend you for that. It amazes me to watch you walk into each day with your head held the highest while hearing all the negative thoughts going through your head and seeing the realest fake smile on your face. You're resilient and the true queen of overcoming any obstacle in your way. Tayla, other than being tougher than a bull with sharp horns I don’t know how you do it. I don’t know how you could overlook your ptsd, your constant anxiety, depression and your “F the world“ attitude and still manage
By Tayla Fitzpatrick 5 years ago in Confessions
C.S. A story of a girl who believed in his words, not his actions.
This is a story of when one guarded girl let’s her guard down, and why most of the time guarded girls put them right back up with walls higher than before. We know that letting down your guard and being vulnerable is one of the most important things to do as a human, but rejection also keeps us from ever wanting to be in that situation.
By Moon Child 5 years ago in Confessions
PEE, PEE Time
When I was younger, I moved to a village called Windham. We moved there when I was around 9 or 10 years old. My family was the first out of my extended family to move there. It only took a few months, and almost the whole Sommers side of my family moved to Windham too.
By Laura mclean5 years ago in Confessions
love
Those that know me personally know that I have a hard time describing my feelings. I'm not incapable of having them. If anything I feel too much about a lot of things; I've been obsessing over timeliness and patterns and trying to avoid uncomfortable scenarios for the better part of a year (along with the rest of my life) - with little success.
By Sprat5 years ago in Confessions
I Got Fired For Being Polite To a Man Who Hit On Me
If you’ve scrolled through TikTok lately, you’ve probably seen a dark-haired lady clapping as she demands women to be polite to men who hit on them, along with replies from hundreds of other TikTokers advising you against this. I can only speak to my own experiences, but I was polite to a man who hit on me and I ended up getting fired for it.
By Jade M.5 years ago in Confessions
Little Girls Growing Up Too Fast
We were among the lucky children growing up in Bay Ridge, Brooklyn, New York. Having New York City for a hometown could be very daunting it was not just your typical hometown with a simple Main Street. Children who grew up in small towns, in my eyes, were the lucky ones where everyone knew each other, and you could have a real sense of belonging.
By Rasma Raisters5 years ago in Confessions
My Potato Burst into Flames
I'm having a string of bad luck. My printer/scanner/copier died last weekend, and I have over eighty pages I need to print by this coming Sunday. Last Saturday, I fell up the stairs of the church at my cousin's wedding straight into the preacher, who thankfully caught me. My homeowners insurance nearly doubled this year, and I had to scramble to find another company before my mortgage payment increased by $155.00 a month. All of that is discouraging, but Tuesday took the cake.
By Margarite Stever5 years ago in Confessions
