r/confession

I've been lying to my partner about how much money I make for 4 years. Not because I'm ashamed — because I'm terrified they'd love me differently if they knew. I make three times what they think I do.

I deliberately tanked a job interview because the company culture seemed toxic and I didn't want to work there but felt too guilty to just decline. I let them reject me instead. I've done this three times now.

I'm a doctor. I've googled my own symptoms before and convinced myself I had something terrible. I know exactly how irrational that is. I still do it. Medical training doesn't make you immune to health anxiety, it just gives you more specific things to be anxious about.

I've been sober for 3 years and nobody in my current life knows I ever had a problem. I built an entirely new identity. Sometimes I wonder if the person they know is even real.

I've been writing my ex letters every month for two years. I never send them. I just write them, read them once, and delete them. It helps more than therapy did.

I'm the highest performing person on my team and I've spent the last 6 months barely trying. I'm not sure if that says more about me or the rest of the team. Either way it's deeply demoralizing.

I told my parents I'm doing great. I haven't been doing great in about 18 months. I don't know how to tell them without it becoming about them worrying about me instead of me actually getting support.