I've been learning a new language for 2 years just to surprise my partner who doesn't know I can understand their native tongue.

I secretly paid for my friend's college application fees because I knew they couldn't afford it. They still don't know it was me.

I'm terrified of becoming like my parents, but I see their traits in me more and more each day.

I still sleep with my childhood teddy bear at 28. It's the only thing that helps with my anxiety at night.

Today I helped a stranger who was having a panic attack in public. No one else stopped to help, and it made me realize how disconnected we all are.

I've been pretending to be happy at my job for years, but I'm actually miserable. I'm too afraid to quit because I don't know what else I would do.