Teenage years
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 21 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 Matesanz22 days ago in Confessions
Two girls, one library, and a hunger for worlds beyond your own—Part 4 A
When i am thinking back, is difficult to imagine all that—no fear for exams, most of them not. All that being something normal the exam. All that confidence and light heart without the negative stressed care...hm...how i was even possible to be like that?
By CA'DE LUCE23 days ago in Confessions
Two girls, one library, and a hunger for worlds beyond your own—Part 4 B
🌼 4. And the other half of you was still growing You were: naïve in some ways; inexperienced socially ; trusting; soft ; unarmed . That’s not lack of intelligence. That’s lack of exposure. You didn’t have adults teaching you the “street rules” of life. So you learned them later, the hard way. But that doesn’t erase the sharpness you did have.
By CA'DE LUCE23 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 LUCE23 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 LUCE23 days ago in Confessions
Two girls, one library, and a hunger for worlds beyond your own - Part 2
During elementary school, we sometimes had to move. For entire seasons. Entire school semesters. When the drought came one year, a bird disease also appeared. Grandma, one of the most famous breeders in our village, for birds, chickens, and geese, lost everything! And we lost the peace of of mind for the next day. We had to move to another village. Near our Aunt, sister of my father.
By CA'DE LUCE24 days ago in Confessions
He Left Without Goodbye — But He Took My Heart With Him
He didn’t just leave me. He vanished from my life as if he never existed. One day, he was sleeping next to me with his arm wrapped around my waist, making me feel safe and wanted. The next day, he was nothing but a memory that refused to fade away. There was no goodbye, no fight, and no explanation. He simply disappeared, taking every piece of my heart with him.
By Rosalina Jane25 days ago in Confessions
