Top Stories
Stories in Confessions that you'll love, handpicked by our team.
The Undertow. Top Story - September 2026.
I remember distinctly getting caught in the under tow when I was little. I want to say that I was around six years old and it was at the ocean. Growing up in CT we often got up early on saturday mornings and would all go off to one ocean or another. I had heard of the under tow, even my absent minded parents warned us like all other children were warned.
By Brooke Moran7 days ago in Confessions
I'm Not Nice . Top Story - August 2026.
I remember the first time a man threatened me with violence because I hurt his ego. I was thirteen or so. One of my aunts, a sweet soul, had divorced her husband and gradually taken a new one. He was nice at first, charming. Most of the family bought it, at first. Gradually the layers of his smile peeled back until we all saw his rotten core. And, us children, we saw it first.
By Laura Lann24 days ago in Confessions
Lost in Love. Top Story - August 2026.
In the summer of 2013, I was still single, but young enough to hold onto the optimism that if I just put myself out there, I would be able to find someone. After all, I was young, employed, incredibly thin, and had not yet let the world beat me down. I was in the honeymoon phase with cigarettes, blind to how hard it would be to break the habit. Needless to say, I was young, dumb, and still believed that my anxiety would magically disappear with time and experience.
By Gabriel Bradshaw about a month ago in Confessions
Dear Friend. Top Story - August 2026.
Dear Friend, I know that I can be testing sometimes, and I know I get too stressed out at times. Like you, I have my problems; after all, I am only human. However, I thought you understood, and my questions were only to protect my heart, dignity, and soul. Sometimes, we have to ask those uncomfortable questions, even if they cause awkward moments.
By Carol Ann Townendabout a month ago in Confessions
Dear Rachel. Top Story - August 2026.
Dear Rachel, It’s been just over a year now since you’ve been gone. What I hate most about this is I wasn’t there when you passed on. It suck because ever since the first day we met, you were always here for me. I remember when I first met you and Ken at church almost 9 years ago. When you found out I was an aspiring writer you couldn’t help but talk to me about it all the time. You loved telling me how you knew so many writers and that you were so sure that I would one day be a published author.
By Joe Patterson2 months ago in Confessions
I wish I could go out. Top Story - July 2026.
I want to have a life. I'm not saying that I'm not alive or living, but my life lacks a certain purpose. For years, everything has been the same; get up, go to work or school, go home, eat then sleep. It's a routine I'm used to-- and a difficult one to break. When I am able, I use whatever free time I have to be unproductive. Not just in the working sense; but in the life sense. I don't spend time with friends or family. I rarely have the motivation to do anything creative and gaming sometimes can feel like a chore. I spend my time curled up in bed or on the couch mindlessly watching whatever until the time for the next part of my day comes along.
By Arin Blackheart2 months ago in Confessions
Disability Envy. Top Story - July 2026.
Every time I see a post on Social Media talking about disability, there is inevitably multiple comments engaging in Disability Envy. Most of them fall into the category of "Person Who Knows Nothing About Being Disabled Being An Ableist Jerk", but some are what I refer to as "Fell Through The Cracks" Disability Envy.
By Natasja Rose2 months ago in Confessions
