Secrets
I Stole Something I Regret
I never thought I would be the kind of person who stole. Not in a big, dramatic way, like the movies show, but small—the kind of theft that whispers its way into your conscience quietly, almost unnoticed. But last year, I did. And the memory of it gnaws at me every time I remember.
By Luna Vani10 months ago in Confessions
The Time I Never Had
There are things you understand late, sometimes too late. Like the fact that I grew up long before I was old enough. Not by choice. Not to prove anything. Just because life pushed me there. In a few weeks, I will be 32. And yet, deep inside, something resists, something asks for the time I never had. When I look back, I don’t really see a childhood. I see silence, heavy responsibilities, decisions made too early. I feel like I skipped an essential step. While others were discovering themselves and making mistakes without consequences, I was already learning how to stand on my own. I don’t have clear, colorful, carefree memories. Everything feels blurred and compressed, as if my childhood was swallowed by the urgency to become strong. As a teenager, I had to be functional. Figure things out. Learn fast. Take hits without asking too many questions. I built myself through constant adaptation, with the idea that I had to keep moving no matter what. I wasn’t taught how to dream, I was taught how to survive. So I did what I could with what I had, pushing aside my emotions, my doubts, my vulnerabilities. People often said I was mature for my age. But no one ever asks what it feels like to be “mature” too early. It is not a badge of honor. It is a mechanism. A form of protection. A shell you build when you have no choice. Behind that maturity, there was a kid who wanted to slow down, make mistakes, be taken care of. But I learned very early that no one would do that for me. What I feel today is hard to explain without sounding ungrateful for my own path. I don’t reject who I’ve become. I know that growing up too fast gave me strength, clarity, and resilience. But it also left me with a deep, old exhaustion. A tiredness that doesn’t come from today but from yesterday, or even before. As I approach 32, I sometimes find myself wanting to go back to my twenties. Not to party again or chase fake carefreeness. But to live what I never really had. Mistakes without consequences. Spontaneous energy. The feeling that everything is still possible. I feel like I was an adult before I was young, and now something inside me is asking for that missing time. There is a constant sense of mismatch. As if my inner age never truly matches my real one. I was too old too early and now I sometimes feel too young inside for the image I give off. This paradox is exhausting. It creates distance — from others, and from myself. I know how to be strong, but I’ve forgotten how to be light. This text is a way of speaking to the person I once was. To that teenager who managed alone without complaining. To that child who never had the time to fully exist. It is also a way to admit that growing up too fast leaves invisible marks. Scars you can’t see but that you feel in your body, in your thoughts, in that strange desire to go back without really knowing where to stop. I’m not looking for pity. I’m looking for truth. Mine. The truth of a man who learned how to be strong before learning how to be happy. Of someone who keeps moving forward, while still carrying this quiet absence inside. Maybe the real work starts now. Maybe, even at 32, it is still possible to recover pieces of that lost youth. Not to erase the past but to finally allow myself to exist fully. Without armor. Without urgency. Just human.
By Baptiste Monnet10 months ago in Confessions
Love makes yourself blind not your friends
Sunday, 16 March 2025- Camille's House Sometimes during your lifetime, you are going to meet many people, meet many souls, I can tell, but one day you are going to meet someone that your heart beats for, someone who puts you in a trance, someone whose smile gives you not just energy but motivation to be a better person. I am a better person with him. I know he never would hurt me. Since I met him, I am glowing, I am feeling protected, feeling alive.
By Janissa Andrade10 months ago in Confessions
I Was Almost Forgotten by Life, Until I Chose to Remember Myself
Story There was a time in my life when I felt invisible. Not the kind of invisible where people accidentally overlook you, but the kind where it feels like the world has already decided you don’t matter. I walked through my days quietly, carrying thoughts I never shared and dreams I didn’t dare to speak aloud.
By On that10 months ago in Confessions
Am i Demon-possesed?
On my journey to trying to understand the development of schizophrenia I've endured over the last five years, has given me the ultimate question. Am I demon-possessed? Let me begin by expressing the psychosis I was in five years ago It started when I was living away from family. Now, it's important to note that the brain and mind are interchangeable and schizophrenia is a brain disease. From what I've been told and the major consumption of research it is a chemical imbalance in the brain that has been brought on by stress, trauma, genetics, environmental factors such as an emotionally distressing event, drugs, and psychological factors.
By Cerina Galvan10 months ago in Confessions
I Was a Good Kid. Really I Was!
I was a good kid growing up. Well, for the most part. As I reminisce on my childhood, I honestly can’t recall doing anything that got me into trouble or scolded for. Of course, ask my parents and they might tell you a completely different story.
By Jasmine Aguilar10 months ago in Confessions
After He Was Gone: Part 2
Distance Returned Without Warning After campus, I moved to a different city for work, and just like that, the distance returned. Not just the physical miles between us, but the emotional space that had once felt like a canyon. Life moved quickly with new responsibilities and new routines, and the noise of becoming an adult filled my days. The calls became fewer. The visits became fewer than the calls.
By Eunice Kamau10 months ago in Confessions
When Silence Speaks Louder Than Words: Inside the Royal System’s Quiet Signals
There is a moment in every public controversy when noise stops being useful. That moment is when institutions fall silent — not out of confusion, but calculation. This is where the story around Meghan Markle, Prince Harry, and the British royal system quietly changed shape.
By Norul Rahman10 months ago in Confessions
