Teenage years
I tried to be heartless, and here is what happened. Top Story - April 2025.
You know when the shit hits the celing and life is an absolute mess everywhere, yeah that is what I am talking about. My existence has had 22 years on this gorgeous - gorgeous mortal realm and in the recency of my being, my life has sucked a lot. I have had my share of darkness since forever, but of late, my desperation for light has been at its zenith. I have wanted my life to look like the glorious lives of Rory gilmore, an academic scholar, while being the perfect 4.0, a beautiful boyfriend( maybe not necessary), a great deal of money, a stellar institute I go to, a high qualified job in writing or journalism, and parents being super proud of me.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Confessions
🖤 Dating Feels Like a Second Job Now - And We’re All Tired
I’m not looking for love. I’m just trying not to get hurt again. That’s what my friend told me after her sixth Hinge date in a month ended in confusion and a text that read, “You’re amazing, but I’m not ready for anything serious.”
By Lilyabout a year ago in Confessions
Breaking the Cycle
Breaking the Cycle: How to Heal and End Generational Curses Generational curses aren't just the stuff of superstition. In today's world, they’re real, tangible patterns—cycles of pain, trauma, and dysfunction passed down from one generation to the next. These “curses” often show up as emotional neglect, addiction, abuse, poor communication, financial instability, or toxic belief systems. And while we may not be responsible for the trauma that shaped our families, we *are* responsible for what we do with it.
By Gabriela Toneabout a year ago in Confessions
Generational Curses
The Hidden Cost: What Happens to Children When Parents Don’t Break Generational Curses In every family, there are patterns—unspoken rules, emotional wounds, survival tactics, and inherited beliefs that get passed down like heirlooms. These are often what people today refer to as *generational curses*. Unlike mystical superstitions, these "curses" are deeply psychological, emotional, and behavioral patterns rooted in trauma, unhealed wounds, or outdated worldviews. And when parents choose not to confront or heal them, the impact on their children can be profound, lasting well into adulthood—and sometimes, an entire lifetime.
By Gabriela Toneabout a year ago in Confessions
The Dangerous Lover
(Dark Romance - Part 6) “Look Neel, I’m really grateful to you all. You took care of my Brishti like your own family when she was sick. But don’t forget one thing—Brishti is my wife. So, the farther you stay away from her, the better it’ll be for you. You have no idea how dangerous I can be when I’m not in a good mood.”
By Sabiha Sumsabout a year ago in Confessions
Bad mood can be a cry for help.
It's getting really hard for me. There are days when I don't even recognize myself. And I don't like this version of me. I was born happy, but the world is wearing me down. My body keeps moving, but my soul feels lost. I get impatient, irritated with everything and everyone, craving silence, but also longing for comfort. And I don’t have that option. Because I’ve always been the on who gave comfort.metimes I feel so ashamed… It’s like I’m always the last one to understand what’s happening in my own life. But deep down, I know exactly what happened. And that’s what hurts the most.
By Persephoneabout a year ago in Confessions
The Dangerous Love
(Dark Romance part :4) Bristy went into the room and walked toward the balcony. The balcony was quite large. Several potted flower plants were lined up, and beside them was a swing. Bristy sat down on the swing. Just then, her eyes fell on a guitar nearby. She picked it up and started examining it curiously.
By Sabiha Sumsabout a year ago in Confessions
When Greatness Meets Clippers: Ronaldo Gets a Cut from Messi
There are rivalries in sport, and then there’s Messi vs. Ronaldo — a saga so iconic that it has defined generations, divided dinner tables, and sparked endless Twitter debates. But what if that legendary rivalry found itself not on the pitch... but in a barbershop?
By Sultan Khanabout a year ago in Confessions
The Dangerous Lover
(Dark Romance - Part 2) "Wait, Mr. Srabon. You can't take Nila with you like this without any proof. Moreover, Nila has forgotten everything from her past. She doesn’t recognize you anymore. Nila loves me, and I love Nila. You can't take her away from here like this."
By Sabiha Sumsabout a year ago in Confessions
“Dreams just need courage
Summary She was born in a forgotten corner of India, raised in poverty, told that her place was the kitchen, and marriage was her only destiny. But instead of giving up, she picked up a pen and started writing her way out. This is not a story of comfort. This is a story of courage. A rural Indian girl’s voice, reaching across oceans, to be heard by those who still believe in hope. “She was born in a forgotten corner of India, raised in poverty, told that her place was the kitchen, and marriage was her only destiny. But instead of giving up, she picked up a pen — and started writing her way out. This is not a story of comfort. This is a story of courage. A rural Indian girl’s voice, reaching across oceans, to be heard by those who still believe in hope.” About the Writer (Emotional & Honest) Riya Mandal is not your typical writer. She doesn’t own a laptop. Her phone has just 3GB RAM and crashes if too many tabs are open. She doesn’t write from a cozy coffee shop or an air-conditioned room. She writes from a tiny house in a rural Indian village — where internet is slow, electricity cuts are frequent, and expectations from girls are even lower than the monthly income. Her family earns less than $50 a month. She belongs to the SC category — a label that often comes with social hurdles in India. Her dream is not luxury or fame — just the right to study, to grow, to “choose”her life. Riya has fought against early marriage pressure, financial crisis, and even the mindset of “what can a girl do?” She has no fancy degrees — yet. But she has something far rarer: “grit, fire, and truth in her voice.” When most girls in her situation would give up, she chose to write on platforms like Vocal Media and Medium. Not for money — but for hope. For one reader somewhere in the world who might pause, read her story, and say: “She matters. Her dreams matter.” Every word she writes is a quiet rebellion. Every story is a seed of revolution. She’s not just telling her story — she’s telling the story of millions of unheard voices like hers. If you’ve ever felt powerless, voiceless, or invisible — read Riya. Because in her struggle, you’ll find your strength. When I did not run after my dreams, how can you people do it when I neither have food to eat nor good clothes to wear but still I am doing everything I can to achieve my dreams. Even the phone from which I am writing has been given to me by the government. Is your condition worse than mine? If you have problem with a girl like me then please help me and this story is mine only; I started writing because I was in dire need of money. I did not even have money for my college fees. It was my dream to become an advocate but I did not have the money to raise it. But I will not give up and will keep fighting, no matter how big the problem comes, I will not step back. Will you support me? I am in dire need of help right now. Please donate some money or share this article as much as you can. You might think that I am doing all this for publicity but it is not like that. I actually need financial aid. Otherwise my dreams will remain just dreams and I will be made a servant of someone's house after getting married. Please share like and comment.
By Riya mandalabout a year ago in Confessions
CHILDHOOD . Content Warning.
Once upon a time, in a small village surrounded by tall trees and colorful flowers, there lived a young boy named Leo. Leo was full of curiosity, always eager to explore the world around him. He loved the sound of birds singing in the morning, the feel of soft grass under his bare feet, and the warmth of the sun on his face. He lived in a cozy little cottage with his family, and though they didn't have much, their home was always filled with laughter and love.
By proffessor hafeezabout a year ago in Confessions
