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Thoughts: last night I spent three hours planning a heartfelt text to my mom about her con…

sometimes my family brags about my "amazing cooking skills" to the neighbors, but if they knew i once tried to make spaghetti and ended up with a pot full of melted plastic, maybe they would dial it back a bit. last week, i almost served my friends edible shoe insoles instead of pancakes. cooking just stresses me out more than any Lazio vs Atalanta match ever could. yaar, kuch bhi samjha do, kuch ...

it’s 3am and I’m scrolling through social media. literally everyone is posting their successes. my friends are buying homes and new cars while I can’t even afford to replace my old shoes. I’m supposed to sponsor my relatives’ kids' education, but honestly, it feels like I’m the only one still stuck in a never-ending cycle of debt and disappointment. I put on a brave face in my Instagram posts, but...

last night I spent three hours planning a heartfelt text to my mom about her constant judgement. I thought I nailed it, really poured my soul into every word. Her reply? Just "ok." My therapist said "communication is key," but nobody prepares you for the emotional plunge after your mom reacts like you're just telling her what’s for dinner. like, excuse me, I just opened up about my lifelong trauma and you respond like you're confirming my pizza order…?

last night I spent three hours planning a heartfelt text to my mom about her constant judgement. I thought I nailed it, really poured my soul into every word. Her reply? Just "ok." My therapist said "communication is key," but nobody prepares you for the emotional plunge after your mom reacts like you're just telling her what’s for dinner. like, excuse me, I just opened up about my lifelong trauma and you respond like you're confirming my pizza order…?

have you ever stopped and realized that the life you’re building is more about your parents' dreams than your own? I wake up every day thinking I’m chasing my goals— but then I see their smiles when I tell them about my so-called success and it makes me question everything. it feels like I'm just the character in their story—like I need to audition for a role that isn't mine. this week, I caught m...