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I sometimes wonder if I make mistakes. Cause and affect.
I think maybe I need to stop talking to people.
Oh it was fun at times. It had purposes.
Sometimes you can help someone without it being obvious. You present yourself one way. Push buttons. Hope for a response. So long as the person doesn’t catch on; and the goal is to help innocents. Help do good. Be fair, but serve Gods will. Then I think it’s OK.
Maybe it’s time for me to focus on just my loved ones who still need me, and stay as healthy as I can for them. Let the rest of the world do it’s best. I only have so much energy left.
I’ll have to dwell on that.
I used to be strong. I could help others. But disease took all of that. Then the pandemic hit. As a servant of my Creator I tried to shine bright. Between a disease & poverty I seem to be burning out. So I’m picking my moments. But I’m still swinging. Your light will go out on its own. But don’t turn it off yourself. Let your little light shine so that a lost soul can see hope. I’ll need someone to take my place when I burn out. Old warriors like me need brave young people to stand. Sometimes we only need them to stand for themselves. Not everyone was made to be a warrior. Some were made just to smile & be kind. Thats enough. Just be happy. Have the courage to just smile & love yourself.
I have no friends, I haven't since 2012, I can't seem to find anyone around my age to hang around with (we've just moved house I'm 17, nearly 18)
I've asked for help with getting friends, but no one seems to help me.
I feel trapped in my own house, with the same people, all the time. I don't know what to do. I feel slightly depressed everyday.
I'm jealous of my own mum because she has people to talk to as I have no one.
I can't walk properly, so I can't exactly go out walking around to find friends...I get told things will get better, but I feel like every time they say that they're lying to my face because nothing ever gets better when they say that.
I don't know what to do, I feel unloved, friendless and hopeless, I'm afraid of what will happen to my mental state if I continue to feel lonely.
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