Humanity
A Small Story About Honesty
Nearly a decade ago, a notification appeared on my computer screen that felt like a brush with destiny. At the time, I was an active participant in the digital world of fandom, leaving thoughtful, supportive comments on the social media posts of a well-known and internationally recognized actor I deeply admired. Then, the impossible happened: a private message arrived.
By Anna K.10 days ago in Confessions
Letters to the Grave
Have you ever felt the pull of the past—that quiet ache to return to the crossroads where words were left unsaid? Not to chase the echoes of the dead, but to face the living ghosts we carry—the ones who walked out of our days, or slipped from our minds, or were cut away like threads no longer meant to weave our story. These are the conversations that haunt the quiet moments, letters addressed to absences, sent to the spaces where people once stood before time, distance, or choice turned them into shadows.
By Jackie Fazekas10 days ago in Confessions
An Honest Question
There's an ache that comes over me in the quiet. Sometimes it hits in the middle of the day, when my toddler is sleeping and the others are in their bedrooms, playing or reading. Sometimes it happens in the moments before I open my eyes in the morning, but most times it happens at night. This ache urges me to reach out for a fix of something. Validation. Importance. Success.
By Mezmur11 days ago in Confessions
The hidden of cost always saying yes
Imagine this Your phone buzzes at 11:47 p.m. It’s your coworker asking if you can “quickly” cover their shift tomorrow. You’re exhausted, your inbox is a war zone, and your therapist literally told you last week to practice saying no.
By creator11 days ago in Confessions
Still Here, Just Unable to Respond
I send my words like paper boats to sea, they drift in light, but never back to me. My name still stands where voices used to grow, yet every answer fades before it shows. To speak, be heard, yet never truly meet, is half a heartbeat skipping in defeat.
By Aarsh Malik11 days ago in Confessions
Word of the Day: 醉う
Ah I think this shows a matured perspective of the quality to be drunk, like a stupor. Where the sports? Ah I guess. Yes, that is what I am getting at.. . Yea I guess like Dustin Hoffman was always about "good form" and such, but that can be such a manipulation. But he was a pirate. It is like..... a smuggler? Yea... you're allowed to call someone out.
By Kayla McIntosh12 days ago in Confessions
I Left When America Went Full Handmaid's Tale After Trump's Win. AI-Generated.
America didn’t lose me in a comment thread; it lost me in a living room. The night Donald Trump won again, the TV was doing that grotesque victory glow, anchors talking about “unity” with the same tone they use for hurricane coverage. Somewhere between the red counties and the sanctimonious calls to “heal,” it hit me: the country had gone full Handmaid’s Tale and still insisted on calling it democracy.
By Joshua Estrin12 days ago in Confessions
What Empathy Taught Me About Judgement, Synergy, and Human Differences.
With time; life teaches us lessons that no classroom ever could. One of the most powerful lessons I have ever learned is the value of empathy - how deeply it can transform the way we see others, ourselves, and the world around us.
By CIM13 days ago in Confessions
