The First Social Antisocial Platform
Where connection doesn’t come with a follow count, and honesty doesn’t get turned into content.
It’s Not Therapy, But It’s Cheaper and You Can Swear More
Your therapist is overbooked.
Your Notes app is too chaotic to actually make sense.
And let’s be honest, your group chat is 87% memes, 12% “Just leave them already,” and 1% brunch plans.
So we built Spilled, because sometimes you’ve gotta say the thing that’s been living rent-free in your brain before it eats your last brain cell.
The End of Performance Culture
There are no followers to impress. No algorithms messing with your head, and no content creators faking vulnerability just to land a brand deal.
Just you and a bunch of anonymous strangers finally saying what everyone else is too curated to admit — sometimes even to themselves.
Truth Over Trends
You’re not here to perform. You’re here to be real, on your terms, in your words, surrounded by others who value the same things.
Everyone here chose this space on purpose. They’re here for honesty, relief, and connection, just like you.
“It’s like if Tumblr and a group chat had a baby — and then that baby went to therapy and had a glow-up.”
— Anonymous (but we love them)
Here to Hold Your Secrets and Your Petty Rage Logs
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Post anonymous, off-the-cuff entries, from poetic heartbreak monologues to “I just ate a sleeve of Oreos at 2am” confessionals.
There's room for it all.
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Read other people’s posts — the kind you’d never see on social media.
Raw. Unfiltered. Weirdly comforting. Like finding a page from your own journal written by someone else.
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No pressure to be profound. Leave a heart, a "same," or a wildly unnecessary emoji combo if you want.
This isn't Goodreads. Validate their chaos, then go eat chips in bed. Balance.
Nothing Fit the Vibe, So We Made Our Own
We Built the Site We Couldn't Find
We Built the Site We Couldn't Find
We Built the Site We Couldn't Find
Social media got exhausting.
Somehow we ended up performing for people we wouldn’t even wave to in real life, filtering ourselves for followers who didn’t care, trading truth for engagement, and pretending it felt normal.
It all got too curated. Too fake. And therapy got too expensive.
The internet stopped feeling like a place to be real, or even connect in a real way.
So we built our own space, and left the door cracked for anyone else who’s ready for something different.
If You’ve Ever Thought...
We Built the Site We Couldn't Find
We Built the Site We Couldn't Find
“I wish I had someone I could share this with without feeling judged.”
“I don’t want to tell anyone, but I don’t want to keep holding onto this alone.”
“This would be my Close Friends story, if I actually trusted any of them.”
“I almost posted this on Facebook, but then I remembered I have coworkers.”
— you're in the right place.
What You Won't Find Here
🚫 Real names, real faces, or real-life tracking
🚫 Follower counts, popularity contests, or blue check egos
🚫 Screenshots or reposts. What’s shared here stays here
🚫 Ads, algorithms, or sponsored content
🚫 Influencers pushing products between posts
🚫 Monetized misery or content creators pretending to relate
🚫 Comment wars, fake-deep quotes, or toxic positivity
🚫 “Just manifest it” energy when you’re clearly spiraling
You can be raw here, just not reckless.
Respect the space, spill your soul, and don’t be a dick. That’s the vibe.
"Free" Platforms Can Cost More Than You Think
Why Pay to Join
Because spaces like this don’t stay safe unless they’re protected.
You're paying for a space that doesn't exploit you, and the paywall shuts out the noise. That means no ads, no clickbait, and no influencers posting for profit. It filters in people who care, and filters out the ones who don’t.
You’re not paying to perform. You’re paying for the freedom not to.
Other apps profit from your attention.
We protect your intention.
Your words stay yours. Your experience stays honest. And the space stays small enough to feel real.
That’s what makes it different. That’s what makes it worth it. That’s why people who join, stay.
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You're Not Alone
This exists because I know what it’s like to lose someone you love to suicide. In 2024, I lost my mom. And no matter how many times I rewrite that sentence, it still doesn’t feel real.
I created Spilled as a place for people to say the things they feel like they can’t say anywhere else.
But sometimes, what we’re carrying is so heavy, writing about it doesn’t feel like enough.
Sometimes it’s not just venting, it’s drowning.
So if that’s where you are right now, if you’re hurting in a way that feels too big or too dark to put into words, I need you to hear this:
Your pain is real, but it is not permanent.
Even if you don’t want to be here for you, I want you here.
I don’t need you to write the perfect post. I don’t need you to be inspiring.
I just want you alive. That’s it.
If you’re struggling and not sure where to turn, these resources might help.
They aren’t perfect. They aren’t always immediate. But they are a start.
And a start is more than nothing.
This isn’t a complete list. It never will be. But maybe it’s something.
Maybe it’s just enough to get you through tonight.
You’re not alone, even when it feels like it.
If you’re reading this and you’re hurting — I see you.
And I’m so damn glad you’re still here.
With all my heart,
Tabitha Lauren
Founder, Spilled — the space that shouldn’t have had to exist, but finally does.
Built From Grief. Funded By Love.
Spilled is 100% community-funded.
No investors, no sponsors, no soulless brand deals. Just raw honesty and a deep desire to create something real, all powered by people like you.