CONFESS TO ME

Go on. The thing you've never said out loud. The one you've typed and deleted a dozen times. Tell me. You send me your confession, whatever it is, the want you're ashamed of, the thing you did, the thing you only think about doing, the part of yourself you keep behind a locked door. I read all of it. And then I tell you exactly what I think.
This is not a place to be soothed and told everyone's the same and it's all perfectly normal. You came to me because you want the real verdict. So you'll get it. I'll tell you what your confession says about you, what it gives away that you didn't mean to give away, and what I think you should do about it. Sometimes that's permission. Sometimes it's a knowing little reprimand. Sometimes it's an instruction, because some confessions are really just you asking to be told what to do with the thing you've admitted.
Expect honesty. Expect to be seen rather more clearly than you're comfortable with. Expect that lovely sinking feeling of having handed something over and now it's mine to decide on. I won't be cruel for the sake of it, but I won't lie to you to make you feel better either. That's not what you're here for.
Send your confession below, in as much detail as you dare. The braver you are with me, the more you'll get back. I'll read it properly, sit with it, and reply with my full and unfiltered opinion plus whatever advice or instruction I think you've earned.
Your secret is safe. What you do about it, however, is up to me.