i just realized i accidentally subscribed to twenty different meditation apps while watching self-help videos at 2 am. one minute i am trying to find inner peace, the next i am diving deep into the black hole of my credit card statement. i thought i was bettering my soul, but now i am broke and just as lost as before. honestly, how am i supposed to focus on ramadan reflections when i'm paying for ...
you ever notice how winning the lottery changes everything for everyone but you? like your family's sitting there, asking how you're doing while casually pointing out that cousin who just hit it big, asking when you're gonna "figure it out." meanwhile, i'm just trying to navigate my dead-end job and keep a straight face when they share that lottery winner’s story like it’s some universal code for ...
last night, it hit me that i’ve been apologizing for existing, for taking up space in a family where everyone has their successes lined up like trophies. every gathering feels like a panel interview, with each question a reminder of how i’m not measuring up to the expectations everyone else seemed to meet so easily. i keep thinking about how i should be proud, but instead, i find myself feeling like a puzzle piece that was forced into a shape it never belonged to. and all i want is to shout that i don’t owe anyone my happiness or my apology, but instead, i just smile and nod, hoping they’ll forget my existence altogether.
last night, it hit me that i’ve been apologizing for existing, for taking up space in a family where everyone has their successes lined up like trophies. every gathering feels like a panel interview, with each question a reminder of how i’m not measuring up to the expectations everyone else seemed to meet so easily. i keep thinking about how i should be proud, but instead, i find myself feeling like a puzzle piece that was forced into a shape it never belonged to. and all i want is to shout that i don’t owe anyone my happiness or my apology, but instead, i just smile and nod, hoping they’ll forget my existence altogether.
everyone is hyped about the World Club Challenge, but honestly, i couldn’t care less. i watch friends throw around stats like it matters, meanwhile, my boss keeps piling on work like it’s an Olympic sport. sometimes i literally want to scream that this isn't even my team but here i am, nodding along like i care. then i see my reflection in the screen, realizing how easily i pretend to engage while...