Secrets
Recovery... isn't linear
This last week has been challenging for me and my family. Deadlines are coming up. Questions have been left unanswered. We are still transitioning from a recent change that put us back in survival mode, but we are on our way back to thriving mode.
By Adora Hooperabout a month ago in Confessions
Boyfriend stole my rolex
I went behind my (ex)boyfriend’s back and got a sugar daddy. He knows I am a stripper, I had never had a SD before but this was just an opportunity I couldn’t pass up. I told myself it wasn’t anything serious, that it was just the nice things he could give me things I couldn’t afford on my own and that it didn’t mean anything emotionally. I kept telling myself I wasn’t doing anything wrong, that we weren’t married, that I was still free to live my life, but deep down I knew I was keeping a secret. And secrets always find a way of weighing on you.
By Mark Lim about a month ago in Confessions
I started taking it back door
We’ve been married seven years. I can tell you which of his t-shirts he will ruin in the wash and the exact face he makes when the Wi-Fi drops. I did not think I would be the woman who, on a random weeknight, said, “I want you to fuck me in the ass,” and then immediately wanted to take it back.
By Chahatabout a month ago in Confessions
Good People. Top Story - September 2026.
They both consider themselves good people. Emotionally intelligent. Moving through life with intention, making sensible choices. Kind, generous, empathetic. So how do they reconcile this indiscretion? She’s married. He’s not. But there’s a third person who is an unwitting party who stands to lose the most. What of the empathy for him? Where is it?
By Nora Novakabout a month ago in Confessions
My 911
Around September the 10th 2001, I was flying over the East Coast of the USA to touch down in Mexico for a two-week holiday. I was working for a company called SSS who provided IT support for Morgan Stanley who had a big presence in the World Trade Centre. My mate Jim was flying over for a work and holiday week in New York with some other SSS guys.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 months ago in Confessions
Before Sleep
I wish I had someone to read me bedtime stories or books while I fall asleep. That’s my silly confession before I go to nap. Also, yes, audiobooks are nice and all, but it’s not the same. I want it to be personal to me, like we’re on a call and they’re reading to me. Or in person, like holding me while I lay on their chest and they read away.
By Mark Lim 2 months ago in Confessions
Friend I Failed, Boy I Chose: Living Inside the Silence Between Gifts and Grief
So, there was this one girl who went with me to school and came with me after school in the van, and what started as shared commutes gradually deepened into something that felt like real friendship. Eventually we became close, not over years or even months, but in just weeks or so, the kind of rapid intimacy that forms when you’re pressed together in the same confined space day after day, sharing snacks, secrets, and the quiet rhythm of routine. One day, she tells me that she likes this guy and thinks he is hot, her voice tinged with that particular blend of excitement and vulnerability that only comes when you’re trusting someone enough to hand them a piece of your heart. And that day I finally noticed him, like I knew he existed in the periphery of my awareness but had never truly seen him until she named him as desirable. That day I also thought that yeah, he looks nice, and the realization landed with an uncomfortable weight because it arrived tangled up with her confession. I went home and checked his Instagram, found that he does follow me and had even liked a few of my posts, and instead of sitting with the discomfort of wanting what she wanted, I sent his Insta ID to my friend and told her to follow him because she likes him, performing the role of supportive friend while already beginning to orbit the very person she’d entrusted to me. Then I started talking to him, knowing full well my friend likes him, but we just really matched the vibe in just a few days, conversation flowing with an ease that felt fated rather than chosen, and he was flirting with me from the beginning, his attention warm and deliberate in ways that made me feel seen in a manner I hadn’t anticipated.
By Mark Lim 2 months ago in Confessions
I hooked up with someone while in a failing relationship.
I hooked up with someone while in a failing relationship, and the weight of that choice has settled into my chest like a stone I can’t quite dislodge. I’m 23, bi, and I’ve been with this guy for about a month now, though “been with” feels like too generous a phrase for what we’ve actually built. From the beginning, there was a quiet misalignment between us, a sense that we were two people trying to force puzzle pieces together that simply didn’t fit. We’re not really each other’s type, and as the weeks have passed, he’s grown increasingly emotionally and physically unavailable, retreating into himself in ways that leave me feeling lonelier beside him than I ever did before we met. I honestly don’t know why we’re still together. Maybe it’s inertia. Maybe it’s the fear of admitting that something so new could already be so broken. Maybe it’s just the stubborn hope that if I wait long enough, the version of him I thought I saw at the beginning will return. But hope is a fragile foundation, and lately, it’s been cracking under the weight of silence.
By Mark Lim 2 months ago in Confessions
The Armor of Cruelty: How Childhood Trauma Forged a Popular Girl’s Mask
I dated my friend's crush, I spread rumours, I anonymously went on the school's confession page and revealed some of my best friend's secrets, and I made a lot of backhanded compliments. I collected some unattractive girls and manipulated them to do things for me, not bullied them, but manipulated so they would willingly do it. I dated two guys at the same time. I dated my friend's ex. I love-bombed guys and then ghosted them. I spread rumours about myself on the school's anonymous confession page. I did all of this just for the sake of becoming popular in high school. Which I did, of course, after doing all of this. Of course, I became popular. But not any of this will excuse what I did, but u should hear some backstory, and I'll explain all of this.
By Mark Lim 2 months ago in Confessions
The Weight of Twenty Identities: Living with Compulsive Fabrication and the Path Toward Truth
For thirteen years, beginning at age eight, I built and maintained over twenty distinct identities, each with full backstories, relationships, pets, and social media presences so convincing that real friends fell in love with people who never existed. I introduced these fabrications into my actual life not out of malice, but from a place I still cannot fully articulate: perhaps a desperate need to belong, to seem interesting, to fill an internal void I didn’t yet have language for. As an autistic person diagnosed in childhood, I now wonder if this wasn’t deception in the conventional sense but a maladaptive coping mechanism, a way to navigate social complexity through controlled narratives when authentic connection felt overwhelming or unsafe. What began as imaginative play calcified into compulsion, sustained by meticulous attention to detail and an almost superhuman capacity for consistency. And now, at twenty-one, standing at the threshold of university life, I feel the old pull returning: the urge to start again, to craft new personas for new friends, as if identity itself were a performance I must perfect to be worthy of belonging.
By Mark Lim 2 months ago in Confessions
