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When My Mother Forgot My Name, But Not Me...
My mother... She always remembered everything about me. Everything like what cereal I loved, which shirt I hated, where I first crawled… all those things that even I never thought about. The little, ordinary details that somehow made up the fabric of my childhood.
By Debangana Cabout a month ago in Confessions
The U.S. Economy Enters 2026 on Solid Ground
As 2025 drew to a close, the U.S. economy demonstrated resilience and stability across key indicators, setting the stage for cautious optimism in the new year. From employment and inflation to housing and consumer goods, the data paints a picture of steady progress amid lingering challenges.
By Organic Products about a month ago in Confessions
I Learned Too Early That Life Does Not Wait for the Poor
I learned very early in life that time moves differently when you are poor. For some people, life feels like a wide road with many choices. For people like me, it felt like a narrow path where every wrong step had consequences. I grew up watching adults around me struggle quietly, carrying heavy responsibilities on their backs while pretending everything was normal.
By On thatabout a month ago in Confessions
Word of the Day: 推し
I am not putting any more time on my timer right now. I am just trying to get by here. There is almost no point to school because, like 35% of the time is technical difficulties and the rest of the time is things that actually aren't really useful.
By Kayla McIntoshabout a month 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 thatabout a month 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 Galvanabout a month ago in Confessions
Word of the Day: 進捗
I came to school with a really heavy bag. I packed both of my computers in my backpack today. I guess I need to actually work too but I am just spending my time here for some reason. I am not getting financial aid, they keep sending me emails about that I made " changes " so I am like... ok I guess I have to handle it. It is very annoying. Hence why I am sitting here. My backpack is super heavy and I don't want to climb all those steps. I haven't eaten a lot lately. I mean I am happy I lost like 4lbs so that's good but, I am pretty miserable for the most part.
By Kayla McIntoshabout a month ago in Confessions
I Didn’t Realize I Was Ruining My Own Life Until It Was Almost Too Late
By: Tazamain Khan For a long time, I believed I was doing exactly what I was supposed to do. I stayed busy, pushed myself hard, and ignored anything that felt uncomfortable. I told myself that stress was normal, exhaustion was temporary, and success would eventually make it all worth it.
By Tazamain khan about a month ago in Confessions
The Fear of Being Seen
Introduction The fear of being seen is something many of us carry quietly. It hides behind our smiles, our silence, and the carefully curated versions of ourselves we present to the world. We want connection, yet we dread exposure. We long to be understood, but we fear judgment. This inner conflict shapes our choices, our relationships, and even our dreams.
By Aiman Shahidabout a month ago in Confessions
A Room where I Finally Met Myself
By Fatima Sami The door clicked shut, and for the first time in three decades, there was nowhere left to run. It was a modest room—four walls painted a shade of eggshell that seemed to bruise in the twilight, a single window facing an oak tree, and a silence so heavy it felt like a physical weight on my chest. I had spent my entire life avoiding this specific brand of quiet. I had filled my hours with the frantic hum of career goals, the static of social media, and the constant, exhausting performance of being "fine."
By Fatima Sami about a month ago in Confessions
