Childhood
what do I want :
a healthy communicative relationship where toxicity isn't met with fire but with love or respect and being able to disagree and still showing me, love. I want to feel heard, I want to feel secure that I am being actively listened to and shown support through hard times. I want to feel like you in this because you want to not need to. I want to feel sexy without having to get undressed. I want a partner that I didn't have to settle with because I was lonely.
By samara3 years ago in Confessions
Wings of Resilience
The Shadow of Fear In the quiet town of Havenbrook, lived a young woman named Lily. She was known for her radiant smile and kind heart, but beneath her cheerful exterior lay a secret struggle. Lily had always been haunted by a deep fear of heights, a fear that had kept her from experiencing the thrill of adventure and the freedom of exploring the world from above.
By Ghizlane Ben El Hadj3 years ago in Confessions
GARDENIA 'Secret Love'
"Whispers of the Heart: A Secret Love Confession" In a curious little town settled between moving slopes, carried on with a delicate soul named Lily. She was referred to by a larger number of people as the contemplative young lady with a heart as sensitive as a murmur, consistently lost in her own considerations. Lily's days were spent in the midst of the pages of her #1 books, meandering the sunlit glades, and keeping an eye on the energetic blossoms in her nursery. Notwithstanding, concealed underneath her quiet outside was a mysterious that mixed her heart - an implicit love for somebody in particular.
By Deepty3 years ago in Confessions
Childhood now vs then ...
I born and raised in a small town . I barely saw the city and city life in my childhood . All I had was beautiful nature , big play ground , lots of friends to play . Me and my friends went to school on foot in a big group . We waited in our home for the arrival of our group and on the roads one by one more joined with us . We didn’t need any guardian to reach us to school . We were enough for us .
By Yash3 years ago in Confessions
Guardian's Resolve
In the heart of a quiet suburban neighborhood, the sun cast a warm glow over the houses and tree-lined streets. Among them, the Millers resided in a cozy home filled with laughter and love. Sarah Miller, a young mother, found her days consumed by the joy of caring for her infant son, Ethan. However, unbeknownst to her, a shadow had cast its eyes on their happiness.
By Life Goes On3 years ago in Confessions
The Silent Struggle Within:
Every morning, I wake up to a world that seems ordinary to everyone else but feels like a battleground within me. My name is Emily, and beneath my outward appearance lies a silent struggle that only a few close to me are aware of – the battle against my inner demons.
By Maila A.3 years ago in Confessions
Unburdened Souls: Whispered Confessions That Defied the Silence
In the quiet corners of our lives, secrets reside like echoes of our unspoken truths. But what happens when the weight of these confessions becomes too heavy to bear? The power of confession is an untamed force that can unravel the fabric of secrecy, bringing forth transformation, liberation, and unexpected connections. In this exploration of whispered confessions, we delve into stories that challenge the norms, tug at heartstrings, and ultimately remind us of the cathartic release that comes with baring one's soul.
By Loving Writer3 years ago in Confessions
Serenity Within Chaos
In the bustling heart of a modern city, where the cacophony of traffic, the hum of technology, and the demands of life create a symphony of chaos, lived Emily. She was an ambitious young professional, always striving to excel in her career. However, the mounting pressures of work and life were slowly pushing her towards the edge of stress and burnout.
By Saseen mohamed3 years ago in Confessions
Rapunzel, Rapunzel, I have Short Hair
I feel most feminine with short hair. I feel free, liberated, lightweight and energetic. Beautiful and enchanting. Yet, it has been something I have had to always justify to others. Current society still does not overall welcome shorter hairstyles on young women, even after many movements and fashion trends towards them. Even after the short hair of the 1920's and the many tomboyish trends in fashion. I cannot have short hair without someone eventually commenting on 'if it was long'.
By Laura Lann3 years ago in Confessions
Miracle or Mistake?
I was in the fifth grade when life decided to hurl two more curveballs at me, back-to-back. At eleven years old, I received my first visit from the "Red Queen." Navigating something that not many of my classmates were experiencing made me feel even more like an outsider. The feelings cemented when I had to have my dad bring a change of clothes and pads for me one day due to an accident I had. I was still new to it, but I felt embarrassment all the same. Around the same time, I experienced something else none of my classmates had. I was in constant pain, crying often from my joints aching all over. My parents took me to a doctor, and after running multiple tests, we were told my diagnosis was JRA (Juvenile Rheumatoid Arthritis). I had to miss at least two weeks of school while my parents and I had to travel to a nearby state to receive the care I needed, as none of the institutions around us were equipped to do so. My parents had to carry me often and help me around the house, as the pain was so much that it took everything to bring myself to an upright position. Returning to school would prove to be a challenge, as well. I was now seen differently by classmates and teachers, too. As I returned to one of my classes, I was met with a shocking hostility. The day before I returned, the class had been disruptive. As a result, the next day when I had come back, the teacher decided to dole out the punishment she felt was necessary: writing sentences. I did not feel I should have been subjected to the punishment, as I had not even been there. My teacher, however, disagreed. She stood over me and would not leave my desk until I wrote the sentences, too. Now, I know most people would see it as nothing, just writing the same words over and over an exact number of times. For me, though, it was excruciating. I was in tremendous pain daily, especially when my joints became overworked. I was still forced to sit and write over and over, my fingers curling into a claw, tears streaming down my face, as she watched. She said I did not get a pass just because of my diagnosis.
By A_Skeleton_Speaks3 years ago in Confessions
