Childhood
The Family Curse — Or So We Thought
The First Time I Sensed Spirit In the summer of 1975, my aunt Jane began unraveling — or so everyone said. She heard voices, answered them, predicted things that later came true, and spoke of things no one else could see. Fear swallowed her life. She was diagnosed with schizophrenia; and admitted to a psychiatric hospital in her early twenties.
By Debbie's Reflectionabout a month ago in Confessions
Survived a Life That Tried to Break Me. Content Warning.
Content Warning: This story discusses forced marriage, abuse, and psychological trauma. I want to confess so that I can finally find peace. I feel invisible. This feeling has haunted me since childhood. I have always felt like nothing, even though I grew up in a conservative family where they believed they were teaching me values and principles. In reality, being a girl meant oppression and control. What they called “discipline” was slowly destroying me from the inside. This was the worst feeling I have ever experienced. I wanted to escape my mother’s cruel hell by any means necessary. Yes, she was cruel and heartless. Her cruelty came from her fear of my father, but I understood this far too late. I never understood why she was so afraid or so excessively strict. I suffered in silence, blaming her because I never felt her affection. The worst thing she did was marrying me off at a very young age. It was an injustice, an injustice to a teenage girl who knew nothing about marriage. I couldn’t refuse. I couldn’t even speak. My mother slapped me and threatened me until I accepted without saying a word. Yes, I married a man much older than me , a man the same age as my father. I could never love him. I could never be his wife. I was innocent, naïve, and unprepared, and he mocked me and treated me cruelly. I hate him deeply.
By Midnight Linesabout a month ago in Confessions
I still text my dad's phone when life gets tough.
My dad's phone number is still saved in my contacts. I've never deleted it. I don't think I ever will. At first it was an accident. After he died, the idea of removing his name felt so final, like erasing evidence that he was ever here. So I let it go. His contact photo still shows him squinting into the sun, smiling like he didn't know how to take a serious picture.
By Echoes of Lifeabout a month ago in Confessions
Blessed 33. Top Story - February 2026.
So I woke up on the morning of February 5, 2026 and guess what and you know what I realized? It’s my 33rd birthday. Do you know what that means? Yes, technically I’m getting old, but what I couldn’t have guessed was this would be one of the best days of my life.
By Joe Pattersonabout a month ago in Confessions
Silent Weigh
There was once a boy who loved his father more than anything. He grew up surrounded by both his parents, feeling the warmth of a home that, for a while, felt, whole. But life changed too soon. When he was only eight years old, his father took his own life, leaving behind a silence that the boy never truly understood, but always carried.
By Lydia martinezabout a month ago in Confessions
My Obsessive Father. Content Warning.
Let me go. Leave me alone. I don't want to do that and many more sentences like these that have ruled my life. This going to be a story about how I cut the cord between a father that, I want to say was but is still obsessed with me.
By Ella Loftusabout a month ago in Confessions
The Shift
You might have thought this part is going to get better, its not. Such a low time, when I couldnt accept any of my blessings, bad thoughts were consuming me, they had holld of me. There was no hope. Honestly, if you asked me I could even see past the day nevermind tomorrow, I would deal with it tomorrow. That was the mindset. Terrible. Drowning.
By Ella Loftusabout a month ago in Confessions
I think my soulmate found me in my dream
Another normal, boring evening. Made dinner, ate that and went to bed. I have been working on building my online business and following my heart calling. It is actually quite strange for me to be doing this and I know there is going to be people judging me. Honestly I think thats the hardest part. Staying true and believing in yourself through all of it. Im going to share how I did it.
By Ella Loftusabout a month ago in Confessions
Scrambled Eggs and Silence
The Year Was 1967 I was four years old. My world was small but crowded—my parents, my two little sisters barely out of babyhood, and me. We lived high above the street in a middle-class high-rise, fourteen floors up, trying to build a life like everyone else. Both my parents worked, which meant that, like so many families, we relied on a babysitter.
By Debbie's Reflectionabout a month ago in Confessions
