A place to read what people cannot say out loud.

I still believe, but lately my faith feels less like a fire and more like a candle I protect with both hands.

I needed to put this somewhere safe: I still believe, but lately my faith feels less like a fire and more like a candle I protect with both hands.

The part nobody sees is this: I still believe, but lately my faith feels less like a fire and more like a candle I protect with both hands.

My anonymous confession for today is this: I still believe, but lately my faith feels less like a fire and more like a candle I protect with both hands.

I stopped volunteering at church because I was tired, then felt guilty for needing rest from something holy.

I needed to put this somewhere safe: I stopped volunteering at church because I was tired, then felt guilty for needing rest from something holy.

The part nobody sees is this: I stopped volunteering at church because I was tired, then felt guilty for needing rest from something holy.

My anonymous confession for today is this: I stopped volunteering at church because I was tired, then felt guilty for needing rest from something holy.