Taboo
The Day Karura Forest Revealed My Secret
I thought I had buried it deep enough... Under the thick red soil of Karura Forest, where cyclists speed past in bright helmets and the wind seems to carry whispers, I told myself that no one would ever find it. Secrets should stay hidden there.
By Lori A. A.2 months ago in Confessions
The Story I Never Thought I’d Tell: I Survived a Love-Bomber
Sitting on my shower floor with scalding hot water washing over my shivering body, I sob, listening to a new album by one of my favorite artists that has inspired this essay, as I’ve had to build my wall so high I didn’t think anyone could actually climb it, until someone did.
By Ash Ylvisaker2 months ago in Confessions
Daughter of Depression. Content Warning.
Hi everyone. This is another late-night outpouring, a quiet attempt to soothe my anxiety and ease the discomfort that sits inside me. I write because sometimes it’s the only thing that helps me calm down and make sense of what I feel. I’ve tried everything—five years of psychiatric treatment, two uninterrupted years of therapy. Some things have improved, others haven’t. The thoughts remain present, lingering like a shadow, and the feelings stay too. I’m tired of trying, and yet I don’t give up. I keep going.
By Spydesing2 months ago in Confessions
The Day I Realized My Family Didn’t See Me
I have always loved my family. They are the people I grew up with, shared meals with, celebrated holidays with, and turned to in times of need—or so I thought. But the truth is, I often felt invisible among them, like my presence didn’t matter, like my thoughts, feelings, and dreams were background noise in a house full of voices.
By Shakil Sorkar3 months ago in Confessions
The Secret Battle I’ve Been Fighting in Silence
I’ve always been the one who smiles, laughs, and tries to keep life light for everyone around me. From the outside, it looked like I had everything under control. Friends, family, even strangers probably thought I was confident, happy, and “put together.” But behind that smile was a secret—a relentless, invisible battle I never wanted anyone to see: anxiety.
By Shakil Sorkar3 months ago in Confessions
The Thing I Pretend Doesn’t Bother Me (But Actually Does)
I’ve always prided myself on being easygoing, the type of person who goes with the flow. I laugh off small annoyances, shrug off mistakes, and tell myself that everything is “fine” even when it isn’t. On the surface, it looks like I have it all together. But behind that smile is a truth I rarely admit: I’m tired of pretending that certain things don’t bother me—because they do.
By Shakil Sorkar3 months ago in Confessions
We Talk All Day Online — But No One Really Connects Anymore
I spend hours every day talking to people — or at least it feels like I do. My phone buzzes with messages, memes, and notifications. Friends send voice notes, group chats explode with opinions, and someone always seems to be typing. But when the screen goes dark, the silence feels heavier than ever.
By Shakil Sorkar3 months ago in Confessions
I Caught My Trans Roommate Watching Me… Then He Asked to Try. Content Warning.
The story you’re about to read is not fiction; it was shared anonymously with us, and we’ve chosen to share this message with everyone. While the content of the confession may be unsettling to some, it serves as a powerful testament to the experiences faced by individuals who choose to remain anonymous. We believe in providing a platform for diverse narratives, even those that may evoke strong emotions or discomfort. It is a reminder that everyone’s journey is unique, and sharing these stories fosters understanding and empathy within our community.
By 18 plus home3 months ago in Confessions
echoes of my derangement
have you ever heard of a self-fulfilling prophecy? well, that's the story of my life. but instead of a nice, neat line, my path got twisted over itself creating echoes from my past into my present. maybe that's just part of growing up, but mine are all laid on top of each other like a mess of fingerprints on the windows of my soul. maybe that's just part of growing up, too, but i think it's probably not. this feels like one of those stories you tell where you think it's normal until everyone is sad at the end.
By Maia Gadwall the metAlchemist3 months ago in Confessions
ramblings of a madwoman
so i think i figured out how, biomechanically speaking, metAlchemy works in the brains it works in (most/all) and why there might be an exception in my husband. ready to take a trip on the crazy train? it's about to get delusional in here, folks. here's your chance to walk away.
By Maia Gadwall the metAlchemist3 months ago in Confessions
