Secrets
The Letter I'll Never Send
I'll never tell you, but deep down in the furthest corner of my heart, I keep a flame alive for you. In the version of things that I tell myself (to prevent from feeling the devastating loss of that flame going out) I say that you pushed me away to protect yourself. I say that all you've known is loss and pain and that your nervous system can't handle having me back. I tell myself that we both know now is not the right time, and that your abandonment only happened because you wanted to protect the last bit of flame you still hold for me. I say that you're holding that flame the way I'm holding mine, in secret hopes that one day we can hold each others hearts without breaking them. We've both been too clumsy with each others glass hearts, and we're paying for that right now.
By Jayni Cole11 days ago in Confessions
Elizabeth Smart: Turning Trauma Into a Voice for Justice
Elizabeth Smart: From Survivor to Global Voice for Hope and Justice Elizabeth Smart’s story is one of unimaginable tragedy transformed into extraordinary strength. Known worldwide as a survivor of kidnapping and abuse, Smart has become a powerful advocate for victims, a voice for change, and a symbol of resilience. Her journey is not just about survival—it is about reclaiming identity, purpose, and hope in the face of darkness.
By Junaid Shahid 12 days ago in Confessions
The Cul-de-Sac of Chaos: Why The Couple Next Door is the Ultimate Suburban Guilty Pleasure
I’ve always been convinced that the quieter a street is, the weirder the people living on it are. You know the vibe-pristine lawns, color-coordinated trash bins, and a silence so thick you could cut it with a hedge trimmer. I remember moving into my first apartment and spending way too much time wondering why the woman in 4B only ever left her house at 3:00 AM carrying a yoga mat. Was she a dedicated athlete or a secret agent? It turns out she just worked the night shift at a bakery, but that spark of "curtain-twitching" paranoia is exactly what The Couple Next Door on Starz feeds on.
By KWAO LEARNER WINFRED12 days ago in Confessions
what i should have said
follow-up to what i'll never get to say — top story, october 2025 no. when my husband asked me if you were someone he needed to worry about, i should have just said no and left it alone. but some part of my brain reads things like these as dares. and for all my strength, i am as weak to my own witless urges as the next impulse-impaired adult. it screamed "prove it" until i did something drastic and reached out to you.
By Maia Gadwall the metAlchemist12 days ago in Confessions
Watching the Clock
Today was the last day of this terrible weekend. My kids would (hopefully) be returned tonight. I know that it seems to concern people by my use of the word hopefully, but here is the deal: my ex and I have a custody order. It has a list of rules that we jointly agreed to follow. One of those rules is regarding parenting time and exchange times. But, another one of those rules is regarding safety needs that we agreed to follow in the best interests of our disabled son. Those safety needs are not getting followed. Why not? I don't have a good reason. I have offered to help purchase the needed items. I have offered to help find grants or other ways to pay for said items. I have asked why the safety needs that we agreed upon are not being utilized.
By The Schizophrenic Mom13 days ago in Confessions
The Disturbing Reddit Post Murder Confession
It began with a question that demanded brutal honesty: “To those who accidentally killed someone — what went wrong?” Buried beneath Reddit’s familiar layers of dark humour and detachment was a thread unlike the rest. It wasn’t there for shock value or spectacle. Instead, it asked people to return to the worst moment of their lives — to trace, in painful detail, how something irreversible could grow out of something ordinary.
By Matesanz13 days ago in Confessions
Two girls, one library, and a hunger for worlds beyond your own—Last part
🌙 “How could I have forgotten all of this?” Because life pulls us in a thousand directions. Because adulthood layers over childhood like sediment. Because pain, distance, and responsibilities bury the softer memories. But they don’t disappear. They wait.
By CA'DE LUCE14 days ago in Confessions
Two girls, one library, and a hunger for worlds beyond your own—Part 5
A world where purity was called naivety/ A life where exams intertwined us/ A glimpse of an adult you remember for life He saw: • a girl who didn’t pretend • a girl who answered honestly • a girl who didn’t have access to luxuries • a girl who worked hard • a girl who had dignity despite scarcity . His smile wasn’t mocking. It was respectful. He recognized your sincerity — and maybe even admired it.
By CA'DE LUCE14 days ago in Confessions
I Confess
I confess that I have spent more time pretending than living. I confess that I have smiled when I wanted to scream, nodded when I wanted to refuse, and stayed silent when my heart begged me to speak. Confession is not just about admitting guilt; it is about admitting the small betrayals we commit against ourselves every day. And I am guilty, in the quietest, most persistent way, of betraying myself.
By LUNA EDITH14 days ago in Confessions
