Humanity
The Things We Don’t Say: How Silence Became the Language of Our Generation
The Quiet Distance Between Us In a coffee shop, two friends are seated opposite one another. Coffee mugs warm their hands, but their eyes are glued to their phones. Though alerts blink on the screens and conversation fills the air, between these two buddies is a sensitive, invisible barrier.
By Shahjahan Kabir Khan3 months ago in Confessions
How Losing Everything Forced Me to Finally Find Myself. AI-Generated.
I used to define myself by what I had: my job, my apartment, my social life. I believed stability meant happiness. I thought that as long as I had a plan, I was safe. But life has a funny way of showing you how fragile all of that really is.
By Aless Hely3 months ago in Confessions
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 Saxena3 months ago in Confessions
I Learned the Hard Way That Loving Myself First Isn’t Selfish — It’s Survival. AI-Generated.
I used to think that being a “good person” meant putting everyone else first. Friends, family, coworkers—I gave my time, energy, and heart freely, believing that love and effort were infinite. I told myself it was noble, even righteous. But somewhere along the way, I forgot about me.
By Aless Hely3 months ago in Confessions
Don’t Say:The Things We How Silence Became the Language of Our Generation
The Paradox of Our Times Two friends are seated across from each other in a coffee shop checking their phones as chatter buzzes around them. Together they have lived through great events, sadness, and joy—yet neither one brings up the weight bearing on their hearts. They eye each other with a moan and a hesitant smile. The silence stays both pleasant and terrible.
By Shahjahan Kabir Khan3 months ago in Confessions
What Finally Helped Me Calm My Mind
I’ve spent most of my life inside a noisy brain. Even on days when the world outside felt calm, the world inside me never quite matched it. My thoughts ran like overlapping voices, each one trying to grab my attention. Even small decisions — what to eat, who to text back, whether to start a task now or later — spiraled into twenty more thoughts I didn’t ask for.
By Aman Saxena3 months ago in Confessions
When Time Gets Heavy. AI-Generated.
“Time” wasn’t some planned thing, like I sat down with a theme and said, Okay, today I’m gonna write about mortality and regret like it’s a therapy session with a rhyme scheme. Nah. It came out of this quiet, uncomfortable inventory of my own life; the kind you do at 2 a.m. when you are staring at the ceiling and remembering every person you should have called, every moment you thought you had forever, every version of yourself you left behind.
By Thorne Empire3 months ago in Confessions
