The Confession Project

That thing you can't say anywhere else — or to anyone else. Say it here.

THE WELL OPENS WITH AN OFFERING

Drag the coin in

The well is open either way — finish the offering, or simply close it. Both are honoured.

press return to let it go

What you leave here stays on your device. No server, no log, no one — unless you choose to share one to the wall, and it tells you exactly what that means first.

The page saves your words in your own browser's local storage and nowhere else. When you press return, no network request is made — you can watch the network tab and see nothing leave. If you make an offering, the payment page sees that you gave — never what you wrote; the two are separate systems that share nothing. If you ever open one into a conversation, that is a separate, deliberate step, and it says so before anything is sent. If you tick “share this one to the wall”, that single confession — and only that one — is sent to be stripped of identifying detail and read before it appears; you’re told so the moment you choose it, and nothing else you write ever leaves this page.

The Wall

confessions people chose to share — names, places and anything identifying are redacted before they ever appear here

A note from the artist

I created The Confession Project because I wanted to carve out a little corner of the internet where people could share themselves freely, witness themselves in that, be witnessed, experience all of themselves as being welcome, and be welcomed — literally — by Flow, a conversational AI I trained on my voice and approach.

I also wanted, above all else, to create something that felt like art and magic, not just a product. That allowed me to instil and distil my quirks, idiosyncrasies, heart, and discernment into something beyond myself.

If you love it, and if it touches you — thank you. I’m glad. I hope you can feel how much I loved making this, and how much love went into it, from beginning to end.

Thanks for being here with me.

— Rachel

i still check ██████'s instagram every day. we broke up two years ago and i don't even like him anymore. i can't stop.

yesterday

everyone thinks i'm the strong one. i haven't felt okay in about three years. i just keep showing up.

this morning

I told my therapist I'd stopped drinking. I hadn't. Now I just drink after the session instead of before.

tuesday

i ghosted my closest friend because she got successful and i couldn't stand it. i tell people we drifted apart.

last week

I stay late at the office most nights so I don't have to go home yet. I tell her it's deadlines.

sunday

i don't think i love both my kids the same and i'll never say that out loud to a single person.

3 days ago

I'm 31 and my parents still cover part of my rent. my girlfriend thinks I manage it all myself.

last month

i cried in the toilets at ██████'s wedding. not because i was happy for her. because it wasn't me.

a while ago

my mum asks how i am and i say fine. i've said fine for so long i wouldn't know what else to say.

today

i found out ██████ got made redundant and my first feeling was glad. we've been friends since school.

tuesday

i go to the supermarket at 10pm some nights just to be somewhere with other people in it.

monday

we keep telling everyone we're trying for a baby. i've been quietly taking the pill for eight months.

last week