not gonna lie, i heard about the start of شهر رمضان فلكيا and immediately thought about how every year, i start off feeling inspired and optimistic. but by day three, i’m always questioning why i even bother, when i can't keep up the effort. it’s like my willpower evaporates, leaving me feeling more lost than before. will i ever find that spark again? #
if you are in a tough spot right now, remember that this moment is just a chapter in your story, not the whole book. take it one step at a time, and trust that brighter days are ahead. #StayStrong #InnerStrength #YouAreNotAlone
saw the news about pulwama and it just hit different. while everyone is remembering heroes and sacrifices, I’m here struggling to even find inspiration to start my day. my own battles feel trivial against the backdrop of national pride. I just put down my controller after a long session, escaping into video games while my responsibilities loom larger each day. I wonder if I’ll ever feel that rush of adrenaline in real life, or if I’ll stay trapped in this endless cycle of escaping rather than confronting. #Pulwama #RealTalk
saw the news about pulwama and it just hit different. while everyone is remembering heroes and sacrifices, I’m here struggling to even find inspiration to start my day. my own battles feel trivial against the backdrop of national pride. I just put down my controller after a long session, escaping into video games while my responsibilities loom larger each day. I wonder if I’ll ever feel that rush of adrenaline in real life, or if I’ll stay trapped in this endless cycle of escaping rather than confronting. #Pulwama #RealTalk
just realized i have hundreds of contacts but i still scroll through my phone in silence at night, weighing if any of them really know me. every argument in my head is a rehearsal of lines i'll never say, while the silence around me just echoes the loneliness of being surrounded by faces that feel like shadows now.