Here's a confession: I'm addicted!
Seriously, TMC is like free therapy, Craigslist, and a good cry (or laugh, depending on the day) all rolled into one. (In case you haven't hard, TMC is a message board where moms are flocking by the thousands, laying their souls bare, and divulging their inner most secrets, anonymously.)
Babble's own Rebecca Woolf (one of the two creators of the site) has confessed that at least a dozen of the confessions are her own. I haven't counted, but I think I've posted as many, if not more. Why? If, for no other reason, than just to say it - to get it off my chest and put it out into the universe honestly, without fear of judgment, whatever "it" is. Scrolling through the confessions, I am surprised by how many women are in unhappy marriages, how many hate their mothers-in-law, how many would give anything for a little more time to themselves. Some of them are sad, some are hilarious, and all of them are real. You go there, you confess, and you are heard - and often echoed by many, many others. It's validating, not being "the only one." It's oddly liberating.
You really should try it. Oh, and keep your eyes... I mean ears, peeled for True Mom Confessions Radio.
