I haven't felt genuinely excited about anything in almost six months, but I keep putting on a brave face for my kid.

Our HR manager regularly forwards confidential internal employee complaints to the regional director over Slack.

The IT department reads everyone's Slack DMs for fun, and they gossip about the office romances at the pub.

I put on a happy face for my family, but inside I feel completely drained and emotionally exhausted.

I keep a list on my phone of every movie recommendation you ever gave me, even the ones I already watched.

My childhood home was sold last year, and sometimes I still type our old address into my GPS out of sheer habit.

I listen to true crime murder mystery podcasts while baking sweet cookies to balance out the creepy vibe.

I feel like everyone around me has an instruction manual for life that I somehow missed receiving.

The company executive team uses burner Slack accounts to monitor what employees say about upper management in public channels.

I hope you know that choosing yourself wasn't a mistake, even if it meant losing me in the process.

Moving away for my dream job made me realize how quickly people forget about you when you aren't physically around.

I was the one who accidentally broke your grandmother's porcelain teacup, and I blamed it on your cat.

I told my friends I am allergic to cilantro because I just really hate the taste of it and didn't want to explain.

My coworker gave me an ultimatum to confess my feelings or walk away. I walked away, but I check her Instagram story from a fake account every single night.

I’m still in love with my college sweetheart who got married last summer. I listen to the voicemail he left me in 2021 every single time I drink.