I started writing down one thing at the end of every day — what I actually managed to do. Not a to-do list, not plans. Just one small win. It’s surprising how quickly it shifts your perspective.

I want to kill myself. I am at the point where I have had enough of my life. My family never listens to my side and always blames me. My siblings pretend to cry and exaggerate, which makes me feel really upset. Exams are coming up, and I feel pretty dumb, so there’s no point….

I have a strong suspicion that my boyfriend may be talking to other girls. My trust issues are so severe that I notice his Snapchat score increasing when he goes to bed without talking to me all day. He keeps claiming to be busy, but I can’t shake the feeling that he might have other…

I used to mess around a lot with my step-sister when she was little. We cut things off, but I still get aroused when I think about her, and I think I might even have feelings for her. I don’t know what to do.

I had a really strange experience today while traveling from Varanasi to Patna. Some transgenders or eunuchs came into the coach and started asking people for money, which is the usual practice. Suddenly, one of them came and sat beside me while I was busy watching a documentary and asked for money. I denied, and…

Sometimes the dreams you have can only be dreams because they only see what you accomplish.

I don’t know what to do now. I feel messed up. My luck never seems to work. A friend of mine applied for an American scholarship and got selected for the test, while I got rejected. Now everyone is bullying me. Even my friends are laughing at me. One of them, whom I always stood…

I was a twenty two year old women with a sexy husband wanting to have kids. I woke up one day as a twelve year old male living at my parents house in the year twenty nineteen.

Growing up I had issues with speech and often wet the bed. My family often retells a story where I filled the oil tank with water from a hose. I believe this action may have been me lashing out. I have repressed memories of being abused. I remember having my pants pulled down and doing…

The truth is that the pain is sharp and never ends. My pain lives in between my third and fourth rib and wriggles into the centers of breath. I am abandoned and alone with a bullet in the chamber. The sun rises on Santa Monica.

I would like for people to stop swearing and for people to stop saying racist words I don’t like people who are racist.

It all makes sense now. The reason why I am the way that I am. I’m a twenty-four year old single woman working a full-time job that consumes most of my free time, but thankfully I love my job. I struggle everyday with an anxiety disorder. Since as long as I can remember being a…

Who decides residency? If I DARE to live in a kill abortionist state and move away? How long does it take to no longer be considered a resident? Is there no escape? Would I be considered a resident of those places forever?

Using the word DARE If I believe it to make sense and be appropriate, I will use the word DARE to describe my experience like DARING to have an abortion or DARING to marry interracially. Where it is true that I’m subjected to rules and policies that I don’t want to – using the word…

While Roaming here and there I get to know about someone living just in front of my house a boy aged eighteen used to come at my home now and then. Ours family kinda know each other very well but don’t talk. One day I went downstairs for some work I got to see him….

This is the problem, I can’t. I can’t share my life’s story because there isn’t one. At least there isn’t one where I wish I would just disappear.

I am broken from deep inside. I am dead from inside. My bestfriend and boyfriend both cheated on me. Now I am just a dead alive person.

Hi I’m a sixteen year old female. And sometimes I steal, it all started one time when I went to the corner store with a friend and we didn’t have enough money for the candy we wanted to buy we took a candy bar each and shoved it in our pockets. I don’t really remember…

In that moment, I believed I was dying. My chest was collapsing in on itself, trapping any air it could from the very bottom of my lungs. Fire wrapped itself around my heart and squeezed it tightly, my finger tips cool and my legs shaky. Fear manifested itself inside my brain and worked its way…

When I was a sophomore in high school, I got attracted to my oldest sister who is five years older than me (I do have a younger sister and I am their only brother). She went to a university and came home every other weekend. During her time back at home she would watch movie…