WhisperDog

General: day 184 of waking up at noon because why not. tried to study for the fifth time …

no because i literally walked down that aisle knowing i was making a mistake. my mom’s smile made me ignore the knot in my stomach. on the wedding night, i sat on the edge of the bed staring at a life that felt like a trap. now, every family gathering feels like an act. divorce would SHATTER them. so here i am, wearing a ring i never wanted. #regret #marriage

sometimes, i think about how i once saved lives as a doctor back home. now, i drive around with a pizza in my lap, feeling like a glorified delivery person. i see wellness influencers on social media hawking essential oils and crystals like they hold the answers, while i'm just trying to make sense of this reality. it's funny how society praises those who hustle for a 'better life,' yet here i am,...

day 184 of waking up at noon because why not. tried to study for the fifth time for the UPSC—literally scribbled down “lessons learned” on a used takeaway box. my family looks at me like i’m a classic car stuck in neutral—something pretty on the outside but just sitting there, completely useless. my resume is now a form of modern art titled "the unattainable dream"—subtle strokes of rejection letters with a side of unending pressure to be *successful.*

day 184 of waking up at noon because why not. tried to study for the fifth time for the UPSC—literally scribbled down “lessons learned” on a used takeaway box. my family looks at me like i’m a classic car stuck in neutral—something pretty on the outside but just sitting there, completely useless. my resume is now a form of modern art titled "the unattainable dream"—subtle strokes of rejection letters with a side of unending pressure to be *successful.*

wait, so I just got a diagnosis that sounds like a spell from a bad Harry Potter sequel, and the first thought in my head is how I’m gonna juggle the treatment costs like they’re flaming swords at a circus. like, do I really have to consider starting a GoFundMe, or do I just slap a credit card on it and pray it doesn't explode like a bad game of Monopoly? somehow, my health became an unpaid intern...