Say the thing.
Some things are heavy because they’re unsaid. Write what you can’t say out loud, release it, and read what others have let go, anonymously, always.

Write it. Release it. Move on.
No feed to perform for, no streaks to keep. Confessions does one thing: it gives the unsaid somewhere to go.
Four screens. That’s the app.




We never learn who you are.
Anonymity isn’t a setting you have to find here, it’s the shape of the app. No account, no profile, no device identifier. A confession reaches us as words and a timestamp and nothing else, so there is no thread to pull, by us or by anyone who comes asking.
What we do keep is the confession itself, so that others can read it. What never existed is the line between it and you.
Anonymous doesn’t mean unmoderated.
The fair worry about a room where nobody has a name is what people will do with it. So every confession is checked before it appears. Not for how you feel, or what you did, or how badly you put it, but for the small set of things that would make this unusable for everyone else.
Moderation is the one place we look at what people write, and it’s still only the writing. We can read a confession and we can remove it. We can’t tell you whose it was, and neither can anyone who asks us.
Whenever you’re ready.
Free on iOS, Android, and web. No account, no setup. Open it and say the thing.