Bad habits
I Read My Dead Mother's Diary đ
THE BOX IN THE ATTIC đŚ Six months after my mother's death from pancreatic cancer I finally gathered the courage to sort through her belongings, a task I had been avoiding because touching her things made her absence concrete in ways that simply knowing she was gone did not, and in a box in the attic labeled "personal" in her careful handwriting I found seven leather-bound journals spanning from 1987 to 2019, thirty-two years of daily entries that documented her inner life with a honesty and depth that she never displayed in conversation with me or anyone else in the family, and I sat on the attic floor surrounded by dust and old furniture and read my mother's secret thoughts and discovered that the woman who raised me was not the person I believed her to be đ˘
By The Curious Writerabout an hour ago in Confessions
Bad Habits
Bad habits are killing the joy inside of me. I always want to blame others for how they made me feel, but I know I am at fault for putting myself back into situations that have already hurt me. I try to play it off like I never get hurt. I try to make it seem like the world doesn't affect me, but I'm not sure how much more I can take.
By Sapphire Poet3 days ago in Confessions
Word of the Day:é衯
I am already a day ahead so, I actually can afford to run errands finally. That is sort of amazing at this point. I am mostly a cat, but if I were a dog, I'd be a lone wolf... though I guess whether you're a cat or dog, you eventually find your kind again.
By Kayla McIntosh3 days ago in Confessions
A Secret. Content Warning.
I still remember that night because nothing dramatic happened at first. Thatâs the part people never understand about desire. It doesnât always arrive like thunder. Sometimes it comes quietly. In steam. In half-finished sentences. In the way someone looks at you for two seconds too long and then pretends they werenât looking at all.
By Chahat Kaur8 days ago in Confessions
Oh My Yes!
Life is full of moments that shape our future, but sometimes, one small word can change everything. That word is âyes.â The title Oh My Yes! represents a powerful feelingâa moment of excitement, courage, and hope. It is the moment when fear is left behind, and a new journey begins.
By aadam khan8 days ago in Confessions
Secret Letter . Content Warning.
By now we're all well aware of what happened to me/us between 2020 and 2023. Today is Tuesday March 24, 2026, as I'm writing this; unknown if and when this should be published regarding Vocal's rules and regulations on each post. In Dissociative disorders and trauma-based responses are a good place to be. Timeline wise, but for clarification, some of the stuff I have brought up in past entries do deserve a trigger warning, and I am learning as a writer to disclose some of that shock value.
By Parsley Rose 10 days ago in Confessions
The Streets Talk
When the Streets Talk I heard him say âthatâs all you get, when all you know is the streets.â I thought long and hard about the response. Reason being, thatâs all you get when you choose to not want better. When you make excuses for ill mannered behaviors, using code words from the urban dictionary, robbing, and embracing terminologies such as YN, and YB, it automatically ignites a fuel to fight for change. Not just within myself or the community, but also inside the threshold of the world, whatever that may look like at the time.
By Charelle Landers12 days ago in Confessions
He Hit Me First. Content Warning.
I had a C-PTSD episode in the middle of the night. Writing it down is one of many things that helps me process sometimes, and it occurred to me that it may or may not be helpful for some to read. Iâm hoping it might.
By Dana Mary Colleen Campbell13 days ago in Confessions
