Childhood
The Morning I Realized I Was Burned Out
I didn’t collapse. I didn’t cry. I didn’t break down dramatically, the way burnout is often described in movies. My exhaustion showed up quietly — in small ways I kept ignoring until one morning I couldn’t outrun the truth anymore.
By Aman Saxena5 months ago in Confessions
I promise I’ll resign
While working on a project with a colleague, we stumbled on a road block, we had to figure out how to deal with a problem, and it seemed we had divergent opinions on the matter. He was the head of the project and ultimately the final person to decide, but this wasn’t in a corporate setting where the word of the boss is final. It was more in a social setting where he needed to get everyone on board with his plan.
By real Jema5 months ago in Confessions
The Day I Realized My Family Didn’t See Me
I have always loved my family. They are the people I grew up with, shared meals with, celebrated holidays with, and turned to in times of need—or so I thought. But the truth is, I often felt invisible among them, like my presence didn’t matter, like my thoughts, feelings, and dreams were background noise in a house full of voices.
By Shakil Sorkar5 months ago in Confessions
The Secret Battle I’ve Been Fighting in Silence
I’ve always been the one who smiles, laughs, and tries to keep life light for everyone around me. From the outside, it looked like I had everything under control. Friends, family, even strangers probably thought I was confident, happy, and “put together.” But behind that smile was a secret—a relentless, invisible battle I never wanted anyone to see: anxiety.
By Shakil Sorkar5 months ago in Confessions
The Thing I Pretend Doesn’t Bother Me (But Actually Does)
I’ve always prided myself on being easygoing, the type of person who goes with the flow. I laugh off small annoyances, shrug off mistakes, and tell myself that everything is “fine” even when it isn’t. On the surface, it looks like I have it all together. But behind that smile is a truth I rarely admit: I’m tired of pretending that certain things don’t bother me—because they do.
By Shakil Sorkar5 months ago in Confessions
We Talk All Day Online — But No One Really Connects Anymore
I spend hours every day talking to people — or at least it feels like I do. My phone buzzes with messages, memes, and notifications. Friends send voice notes, group chats explode with opinions, and someone always seems to be typing. But when the screen goes dark, the silence feels heavier than ever.
By Shakil Sorkar5 months ago in Confessions
aspirations of grandeur
i'm becoming more comfortable with the idea that i have a delusional disorder. in fact, it would do a great deal to explain why i have persistent delusions about my identity that go back for years. that, or because i married someone who believed everything my delusional thirteen-year-old self said back then as part of a folie à deux. see, my life is and always has been a wild ride, even when it isn't. come with me on a quick jaunt through the highlights.
By Maia Gadwall the metAlchemist5 months ago in Confessions
