Secrets
At Some Point, My Nervous System Fired HR. Content Warning.
At Some Point, My Nervous System Fired HR. I don’t remember the exact day it happened, but I know the moment. The moment my nervous system looked at my life, sighed deeply, closed its laptop, and said, “Yeah… we’re not doing this shit anymore.”
By Dakota Denise a day ago in Confessions
The Version of Me That Almost Was
I found the old notebook while cleaning, tucked behind things I no longer used but hadn’t thrown away. The cover was bent, the pages yellowed, the spine fragile from years of neglect. Inside was a version of me that felt both familiar and distant, like meeting an old friend whose face you recognize but whose life you no longer understand.
By Salman Writes4 days ago in Confessions
The Day I Stopped Refreshing the Page
The Day I Stopped Refreshing the Page For a long time, my mornings started the same way. Not with breakfast. Not with stretching or deep breaths or gratitude, like people on the internet suggest. My mornings started with refreshing a page.
By Salman Writes5 days ago in Confessions
