Embarrassment
The Note on the Windshield
I was having the worst week of my life. My job was hanging by a thread, my rent was overdue, and my boyfriend had just ghosted me after three years together. It was raining hard that evening, and I sat in my old car in the grocery store parking lot, staring at the steering wheel, completely numb.
By Rowaid7 months ago in Confessions
Why It’s Okay to Not Be Okay Sometimes
There was a time when I thought being strong meant being happy all the time. I wore smiles like armor. I answered “I’m fine” before anyone could even finish asking how I was. I filled my days with productivity and people and noise—anything to avoid sitting in stillness with how I really felt.
By Fazal Hadi7 months ago in Confessions
She Told Me I Was Her Best Friend — Then Tried to Replace Me Behind My Back. AI-Generated.
I used to think me and her were locked in. Like, for real. We’d talk for hours — the kind of convos where time doesn’t even exist. We had dumb inside jokes that made no sense to anyone else. We’d trauma dump on each other at 2 a.m., vent about life, family, the stuff nobody else really cared enough to ask about. She told me I was her “safe space,” and honestly, I believed her. Felt like I finally found someone who got me. Someone who saw me — not just some random dude in the background.
By Mic Henry7 months ago in Confessions
The S'Mug of Victory
My paternal grandmother is a loud, rude woman. I think you know the type. If you suggest she's being too loud or too rude, she responds with phrases like "That's just how I am" and "At least I'm honest." Neither has she ever particularly cared for me much. So, on one of the few trips to visit my family while we lived in Florida, when we went on an activity that I had chosen as a reward for doing well in school, it was no big surprise that she complained and made a scene the whole way.
By K.B. Silver 7 months ago in Confessions
Impacting Others, Happy or Brilliant, and Huggers
Some people leave behind echoes—words, gestures, tiny acts of care—that resurface long after the moment has passed. Over the years, I’ve been told by friends, family, and even acquaintances that something I once said or did helped them in ways I couldn’t have imagined at the time.
By waseem khan7 months ago in Confessions
