Embarrassment
Your Biggest Teacher Will Always Be Pain
Introduction: The Lesson Nobody Wants If life were a classroom, then pain would be the teacher nobody wants to sit with. It’s harsh, relentless, and it never asks permission before showing up. Unlike joy, which feels like a celebration, pain feels like punishment. Yet when we look back, we realize something surprising: pain has been our greatest teacher all along.
By Nadeem Shah 6 months ago in Confessions
Confessions of a Phone Sex Worker: The Time Aliens Got Involved. Content Warning.
I work on a phone sex line. I’ve been doing it on and off for the past three years. And no, it’s not always about blow jobs or threesomes—though sometimes it is. Most calls I get fall into three categories: loneliness, unusual kinks, and highly specific fantasies that porn simply can’t provide.
By No One’s Daughter6 months ago in Confessions
Confessions of a Former Alcoholic Part 11
I used to smoke two packs of cigarettes and drink over twelve beers every day.Every day, I would sit on the toilet and watch my stomach stay out. I wouldn't go to the hospital for whatever reason, so I stayed on the toilet till I woke up.For a few days, I requested my mother to watch over and take care of me, but she became tired of my situation and now only calls me.
By TheNaeth6 months ago in Confessions
Confessions of a Former Alcoholic Part 9
In the previous section, I explained how people are easily influenced by the digital world. People lead fake lives on social media, and I know that in a country where I live, people pay $1,000 just for a single image (a real example of entrepreneurship).
By TheNaeth6 months ago in Confessions
Confessions of a Former Alcoholic Part 8
Just recently, after returning from a Middle Eastern vacation, I smoked 15 packs of cigarettes in 3 days. I think it's a record for me. Either because I have too many lungs, or it looks like I'll die of lung cancer in 10 years.
By TheNaeth6 months ago in Confessions
When Love Wasn’t Enough — But Still Everything
I never believed in “right person, wrong time” — not until I lived it. We met during a season of chaos. My life was a blur of unfinished healing and unspoken pain. He was focused, driven, but quietly tired — tired of expectations, tired of always doing what was right instead of what he truly wanted. Neither of us was looking for love. But love, as I’ve come to learn, doesn’t wait for your permission. It simply arrives.
By Nadeem Shah 6 months ago in Confessions
Why I Secretly Love Rainy Mondays
Most people groan when they wake up on a Monday morning. Add gray skies and the steady tap of rain against the window, and it becomes the perfect excuse to complain. But me? I secretly love it. There’s something about a rainy Monday that feels like a reset button — as if the world has slowed down just enough for me to breathe while everyone else rushes past.
By Enric Milly6 months ago in Confessions
Confessions of a Former Alcoholic Part 6
As a social drinker, I've begun to have one beer or glass of red wine every week. A normal existence is a great thing. I began getting up early and going for walks. Do you know the morning routines? It really keeps you energetic.
By TheNaeth6 months ago in Confessions
