Bad habits
Confessions of a Former Alcoholic Part 5
While I was working on my own projects for five months, I noticed I was no longer living an antisocial lifestyle at home. Under the influence of alcohol, I began caressing and feeding cats practically outdoors. while previous traumas returned, cats helped me overcome them, and while I strolled the streets, more ideas came to mind. Now I am working on these projects.
By TheNaeth8 months ago in Confessions
The Day I Stopped Running From Myself
1. The Coffee Shop Breakdown The steam from my chai latte blurred my vision as the first tear fell. Right there between the oat milk carafe and a display of overpriced matcha cookies, my body decided what my mind had refused to admit for years: I was drowning.
By Waqas Ahmad8 months ago in Confessions
The Mirror's Truth
Ever caught yourself believing a story about yourself that feels too good to question? In the small, pine-scented town of Willow Creek, Clara Bennett’s life looked like a dream. She was a hotshot lawyer, married to a kind man, and the kind of person everyone envied. But behind her polished smile, Clara was wrestling with a lie she told herself every day—one that threatened to unravel everything she’d built.
By Thomas8 months ago in Confessions
A Moment You Knew You Were the Villain in Someone Else’s Story
Ever had a moment where you realized you were the bad guy in someone’s life, and it hit you like a brick to the chest? That’s what happened with me and Jamie. It wasn’t some epic betrayal or a screaming match—just a selfish, careless choice that left my best friend hurting. This is the raw, messy story of the night I became the villain in his world, and how it still gnaws at me
By Thomas8 months ago in Confessions
A Crush I’ll Never Admit to in Person
Ever had a crush that hits you like a freight train, but you’d rather eat glass than tell them how you feel? That’s me with Alex. He’s the guy who’s got my heart in a chokehold, and I’ll probably go to my grave before I ever fess up. This is the raw, messy tale of a crush that’s as exhilarating as it is gut-wrenching, a secret I carry like a bruise I can’t stop pressing.
By Thomas8 months ago in Confessions
“The Man Who Followed Me Home”
It’s been eight years, and I still can’t take the same route home twice in a week. Back then, I was twenty-two, broke, and living in a tiny basement apartment on the edge of downtown. The rent was cheap because the walls were thin, the plumbing rattled, and the windows barely latched.
By Moments & Memoirs8 months ago in Confessions
The Secret Hidden From The World
The island was shrouded in mist, its secrets hidden from the world. But when Emma stumbled upon an old map, she knew she had to explore its shores. As she wandered through the island's lush forests, she discovered lost treasures from throughout history: a Viking's sword, a Victorian-era parasol, a pair of Converse sneakers. Each object told a story, and Emma felt like she was unraveling the threads of time.
By Tariq Pathan 8 months ago in Confessions
Confessions of a Former Alcoholic Part 4
People need to be guided towards healthy habits regularly rather than using addictive products again. I'm almost at that point now. My life was great when I didn't drink alcohol 3 years ago, and now I attribute it to stress. It's not the stress from my job, but the toxic behavior and overreactions of my elders.
By TheNaeth8 months ago in Confessions
Chapter 36: Drug Dealers Are People Too. Content Warning.
I was deep in the throes of active addiction when I moved into the 1 bedroom in Prospect-Lefferts. Getting my shit was tricky, and I often took “lunch” at work to Uber it back to my old place and see Brenda. I still had Joe, but he became stolidly cash-only. It wasn’t long before I established 2 new connects in the neighborhood and was getting drugs on consignment again—and running up several-thousand-dollar tabs.
By DB Maddox8 months ago in Confessions
Chapter 18: Toughening Up. Content Warning.
I had been with Rosemont Publishing, a small academic outfit in bumfuck NJ and my first job out of school, for about a year when my colleague and object of lust, Ben, found a new job. I must have applied for a job with the same company without realizing who they were because one day I came back to my apartment in Highland Park and discovered a message on my answering machine for an Editor position with LexisNexis. It took me a few conversations with Ben to realize it was the same place he was going.
By DB Maddox8 months ago in Confessions
