Humanity
Confessions of a Former Alcoholic Part 8
Just recently, after returning from a Middle Eastern vacation, I smoked 15 packs of cigarettes in 3 days. I think it's a record for me. Either because I have too many lungs, or it looks like I'll die of lung cancer in 10 years.
By TheNaethabout a year ago in Confessions
Creative Toy Donation Box Ideas to Inspire Giving
Giving toys to children in need can spread happiness and teach compassion. A thoughtfully designed toy donation box can inspire people to contribute more often. Whether you are supporting a local drive or the best charity to donate toys, creative ideas can make your toy donation drop off box stand out and draw attention.
By Ace of Hearts Projectabout a year ago in Confessions
When Love Wasn’t Enough — But Still Everything
I never believed in “right person, wrong time” — not until I lived it. We met during a season of chaos. My life was a blur of unfinished healing and unspoken pain. He was focused, driven, but quietly tired — tired of expectations, tired of always doing what was right instead of what he truly wanted. Neither of us was looking for love. But love, as I’ve come to learn, doesn’t wait for your permission. It simply arrives.
By Nadeem Shah about a year ago in Confessions
Why I Secretly Love Rainy Mondays
Most people groan when they wake up on a Monday morning. Add gray skies and the steady tap of rain against the window, and it becomes the perfect excuse to complain. But me? I secretly love it. There’s something about a rainy Monday that feels like a reset button — as if the world has slowed down just enough for me to breathe while everyone else rushes past.
By Enric Millyabout a year ago in Confessions
The Day I Learned That Healing Is Not a Straight Line
The Hook — Start With a Moment That Feels Real It was a Tuesday afternoon when I realized I had been holding my breath for months. Not literally — though my chest did feel tight — but in the way you hold your breath when you’re waiting for something to finally be “over.” The pain. The uncertainty. The mental noise that tells you, “Once this is done, you’ll be fine.” I thought I was almost there. I thought healing was a road with an end. But that day, sitting with my coffee gone cold, I understood something that changed how I see recovery, love, and even myself. Healing is not a straight line. And it’s not supposed to be.
By Mahmood Afridiabout a year ago in Confessions
Confessions of a Former Alcoholic Part 6
As a social drinker, I've begun to have one beer or glass of red wine every week. A normal existence is a great thing. I began getting up early and going for walks. Do you know the morning routines? It really keeps you energetic.
By TheNaethabout a year ago in Confessions
Why I Wait All Year for Autumn to Arrive
Every year, I find myself waiting. Not in an impatient, tapping-my-foot sort of way, but in the quiet anticipation you feel before your favourite song reaches its chorus. It’s a kind of longing that builds slowly through the blistering brightness of summer. I’m counting down—not to birthdays or holidays—but to that moment when the first leaf turns orange and drifts to the ground.
By No One’s Daughterabout a year ago in Confessions
