This one words has triggered me severely.
I have hundreds of confessions boiling inside, creating an unbearable pressure to burst out.
But guess what…post confession trauma is REAL.
You feel you can trust someone enough to roll out the scroll of your life that you penned down with magic ink. And you allow them to read your weaknesses.
Weakness..this is what comes storming after a confession
The glass walls you built around yourself come crashing down in fraction of a second and you can’t build them back
Then even if you burn that scroll, your life is not completely yours.
You secrets is yours until it resides deep in your memory only. It will haunt you, daunt you, give you nightmares but it’s yours.
Confession means handing over people free right to judge you.
No, matter what the magnitude of pressure building inside be, its still better then being misunderstood and judged.