Embarrassment
The Piggy Project
I’ve had so many names in this life I lose track of which ones were ever really mine and which ones I wore because someone needed me to. Some were handed to me before I had words to refuse them, before I knew what they meant, before I knew I could say no. Most weren’t meant to hurt. That doesn’t mean they didn’t leave marks. Marks that told me who I belong to, who I am by way of who claims me, recognizes me in the good and bad, who walks beside me.
By Fatal Serendipityabout 6 hours ago in Confessions
I'm 47 and My Sleep is a Threat To Society . Content Warning.
I’m 47 Years Old and Sleep Is a Threat to Society Let me be very clear about something. I do not sleep. Not because I don’t want to. Not because I’m trying to be productive. But because my brain refuses to shut the fuck down.
By Dakota Denise 4 days ago in Confessions
I Became Strong the Day No One Checked on Me
There’s a strange kind of silence that doesn’t come from being alone. It comes from realizing that people know you’re struggling and still choose not to ask. It’s not the absence of voices—it’s the absence of care. That silence is heavier than solitude, because it reminds you that you are visible, yet unseen.
By Salman Writes5 days ago in Confessions
I Forgot My Password and It Ruined My Entire Day
I forgot my password. Not in a dramatic, end-of-the-world way. Not in a “someone hacked me” way. Just a regular, ordinary, soul-eroding kind of forgot my password. The kind that shouldn’t matter. The kind that absolutely does.
By Dakota Denise 8 days ago in Confessions
