Embarrassment
The Truth of My Life
I never thought my life would turn out this way. If you had asked me years ago what I wanted, I would have said something simple: a peaceful home, steady work, people I could trust, and love that lasted. But the truth of my life is nothing like that dream. Instead, it has been a storm of secrets, heartbreaks, and betrayals that left me questioning everything I once believed in.
By Nadeem Shah about a year ago in Confessions
The Truth of My Life
There was a time when I believed life was simple. You worked hard, you loved honestly, and in return, life would reward you with stability, happiness, and peace. That’s what I thought. That’s what many of us think when we’re young. But the truth of my life is very different—messier, heavier, and far more complicated than I could have ever imagined.
By Nadeem Shah about a year ago in Confessions
My shoplifting addiction Part 2-the shit hits the fan!
Let's face it, shoplifting is not the worst of crimes. My main fear was not so much the threat of conviction but the consequences of a conviction. I could deal with being convicted if nobody knew about it.
By Joe Murphyabout a year ago in Confessions
I Almost Killed My Fiancé… He Still Married Me.
Have you ever done something so awful, you almost can’t live it down? I have. I almost killed my fiancé. It happened a long time ago so I’m sure he won’t mind that I tell this story. It was one of my worst days, and the guilt still haunts me sometimes.
By Elizabeth Woodsabout a year ago in Confessions
The Letters I Wrote But Never Sent
I never thought I would write letters. Not in an age of texts, tweets, and fleeting messages that vanish before they are even felt. But at seventeen, with restless hands and an aching heart, I found myself clutching a pen as if it could finally say what my lips never dared.
By Shehzad Anjumabout a year ago in Confessions
Confessions of a Former Alcoholic Part 18
I said before that my ideas are the same sober or drunk. I now realize that it all comes down to spirituality and emotional management. I believe this is where the iron will comes from, although in the early stages of establishing willpower, it is best to avoid alcohol and cigarettes. This is not a priority for me since alcohol is permitted in my faith, but I have had no negative experiences with it; therefore, I cannot drink.
By TheNaethabout a year ago in Confessions
THE RACIAL BURDEN
Some people feel it every day, without knowing the name. Others learn about it through books or personal experience. The “racial burden” — or charge raciale, as French writer Douce Dibondo calls it — is the invisible weight carried by many people of color in societies where whiteness is the norm.
By Bubble Chill Media about a year ago in Confessions
The Quiet Chapters That Shaped Me
I’ve been staring at this blank page for about twenty minutes now, wondering how exactly you’re supposed to tell someone who you are in a way that doesn’t sound completely self-absorbed or like a job interview gone wrong.
By noor ul aminabout a year ago in Confessions
Your Biggest Teacher Will Always Be Pain
Introduction: The Shattering Sound of Silence Heartbreak doesn’t announce itself. It arrives quietly, like a thief, taking away the person you thought would stay forever. One moment, you’re making plans together; the next, you’re staring at your phone, reading a message that feels like a punch to the chest.
By Nadeem Shah about a year ago in Confessions
The Lady in the Square
There was not a lot of joy in my hometown that day. I was a student, and I had to use the downtown core in order to earn some extra money for my studies. And it was a beautiful day in the city. The sun had hit us with more heat than we deserved, but I still had to dress fairly conservatively for my work (I was a runner at the library and would be brought to different floors to return and restack books, handle damaged material, and generally assure others that the library had no disturbances that did not require the security guards I never saw). That must have been the reason why there were so many conferences and meetings in our city. I knew vaguely of the gatherings at the convention centre and could see the people who huddled in the lobby of the hotel that was attached to the mall. But it had nothing to do with me or my work…or so I thought.
By Kendall Defoe about a year ago in Confessions
