I am the voice inside your head
I am your deep dark fantasy
I am the anger that you manifest
I am your failure and your shame
I am the lust in your eyes
I am your vainglorious pride
I paint your heart green with jealousy
I am the greed that fills you with sorrow
I make you the nothing that you are
If any of the above sentiments resonates with you, perhaps you should confess it. Truth is, most of us confess our failures or pains to someone. Be it a priest, therapist or an accountability partner.
Confession obliterates the power of failure, shame and pain. It liberates us. If you have a confession write to
firstname.lastname@example.org. Let the world know your pain and receive your healing. Your secret will always be safe with me (in fact, your messages will be deleted from my mailbox as soon as its published).
We believe that this true faith, produced in man by the hearing of God’s Word and by the work of the Holy Spirit, regenerates him and makes him a “new man,” causing him to live the “new life” and freeing him from the slavery of sin. Therefore, far from making people cold toward living in a pious and holy way, this justifying faith, quite to the contrary, so works within them that apart from it they will never do a thing out of love for God but only out of love for themselves and fear of being condemned. So then, it is impossible for this holy faith to be unfruitful in a human being, seeing that we do not speak of an empty faith but of what Scripture calls “faith working through love,” which leads a man to do by himself…
It was around this time, October, in 2007 that we first met them. The young mother with the two pigtail daughters, aged six and nine, respectively. Give or take a year, but there they were, the shy one and the extrovert. Nikita is the eldest and the introvert while Keisha is the ever-spontaneous extrovert. The two kids soon take to my wife Karen and I. They had an additional set of (grand)parents now.
One day, their daddy left home but never returned. They found him somewhere, dead. He had suffered a massive stroke. The kids were both broken but Nikita never really recovered. Her smile died with her Daddy.
Karen makes custom jewellery by hand and the two kiddies had a fair share over the past eleven years or so. Once, I went and bought specific miracle beads that I very much liked – and so did they. Karen made…
This happened 2 decades back, but it is still in the back of my mind like yesterday. My sister entrusted me to look after her 2 year old son while I was staying with them and attending school. She said she would be out for a few hours. Unfortunately, I took this as an opportunity to watch a skin flick. My nephew wanted some extra attention; he wanted me to hold him. In the heat of the moment my selfishness overcame me. I beat him hard on his thighs a couple of times and locked him in an adjacent room. He continued to cry even louder, So I went back and beat him a couple of times more.
He is currently attending an ivy league university and I am probably one of his favorite uncles. I hate myself for what I did. Sooo much…
To read more confessions visit the shaming room; Unadulterated and penitent confessions straight from the heart
Hi, I am new to blogging and I have personally been too intimidated to blog. I am a perfectionist and I tend to think of blogging as an expression of my personalality. I am very much aware that people use blogs for self promotion, lifestyles etc…, but I am not really into that. I’d like to keep it more personal at a diary level. That being said, I realize that you cant just open up to the world and unload your trash; because “they” are all watching me. “They” meaning every one including law enforcement (sorry , I am not a perv… but I still hate you.. always have), friends, teachers, parenty types etc.
I am sure that at the end of the day… I am neither kinkier, uglier or evil than the person next door (but you never know… right!!!)
Anyways, if you are wondering, everything about me is fake, just as fake as my fractured self. While you may never know my identity, everything I write flows from my inner being. I am sometimes male, sometimes female, sometimes irresponsibly evil, other times good to a fault. In other words I am what you dont want others to know about yourself