Stream of Consciousness
Get to Know Trichomoniasis, the Most Common Non-Viral Sexually Transmitted Infection
It was late one night in the lab when a physician from the emergency room came over. She had taken a couple of samples from a patient and wanted to read her own slides. We call it a wet mount when you read slides right after they’re collected. But this particular physician forgot one crucial step.
By Olivia Chastityabout a year ago in Confessions
I am as chalant as it gets
Oh, act like you don't care! Don't show emotions or else you will be deemed uncool, don't smile too loud, be silent about your victories, don't be so passionate about the things you love, don't text first, don't reach out first, play hard to get- oh, and the list goes on. The new trend of being the mysterious black cat is the propaganda I am not falling for, don't get me wrong, it is not something I am against or hold my grudge against. I truly believe if you are authentically like that, there is nothing wrong with being that way, but for all the ones who actually are yappers and the ones who fill the room with love and light, this trend just invalidates their existence.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Confessions
The Silent Battle Before I Became a Mother. Content Warning.
Everyone dreams of becoming a mother, but not everyone knows the silent pain behind that dream. This is the true story of how I became a mother after years of emotional struggle, societal pressure, and unexpected challenges a journey that changed my life forever.
By Mariam Akterabout a year ago in Confessions
When I Saw Her For The Last Time
I still remember the way she stood under the soft glow of the old train station lights, her coat buttoned up to her chin, a scarf wrapped around her neck like armor against the cold. It was early December, the kind where the chill settles deep into your bones. She had a soft smile on her face, but her eyes—those eyes—held a sadness I hadn’t seen before.
By Haji Akbarabout a year ago in Confessions
When Trust Breaks: The Moment Everything Changed. AI-Generated.
It wasn’t a dramatic confrontation. No screaming. No shattered plates. No stormy exits. It was quiet. Too quiet. The kind of silence that fills the space after something precious is broken—when the shock hasn’t worn off yet, and all that’s left is stillness. That moment didn’t feel like betrayal. Not at first. It felt like confusion. Then doubt. Then something colder. Something that wouldn’t let go.
By Muhammad asifabout a year ago in Confessions
The Chase of the Setting Sun: Musings on Farewells and New Beginnings
I find myself perpetually entangled in the enigma of whether reunion or initial encounter deserves the deeper recesses of my heart. The question lingers, a restless spirit in the night, with no definitive answer to anchor it. Yet, those of us with hearts attuned to the past, the nostalgic souls, often find our emotional scales tipped in favor of reunion. I crave friendships that stand unwavering, like ancient oaks, through the tempests of time. I envision bonds that remain unaltered, a steady compass in life's vast and turbulent sea. But when I pause to reflect, I see a different reality. These cherished connections have, in the quiet shadows of time, been eroded by the relentless tide of unsatisfactory circumstances. They have become blurred, like photographs left too long in the rain, and gradually disintegrated, piece by piece, until what was once clear and vibrant now feels distant and fragmented.
By Heydoabout a year ago in Confessions
