it's not that I don’t want to celebrate good things happening to me. it's just... every time I share something that brings me joy, someone always finds a way to twist it into guilt. like, can I not just enjoy a small victory without it being a silent competition? I stopped sharing my wins because apparently being happy is now a social faux pas. meanwhile, I watch others thriving and think, why can...
I said no to joining the neighborhood book club because I convinced myself I would be “too busy” figuring out how to sell crystals online. Meanwhile, the day of the first meeting rolls around and I find myself staring at a crystal-shaped paperweight instead. I realize that this was probably my big chance to have adult friends, but instead, I'm over here trying to MANIFEST my way into a life of SPI...
literally every time I see my extended family, it feels like I'm stepping into an episode of a competitive reality show. I can see their eyes drilling into me, waiting for me to present my carefully crafted success story. my cousin’s got a new promotion and the pressure's on. when did we turn into a family of performance artists? it's like everyone forgot I’m allowed to be a main character, too.
literally every time I see my extended family, it feels like I'm stepping into an episode of a competitive reality show. I can see their eyes drilling into me, waiting for me to present my carefully crafted success story. my cousin’s got a new promotion and the pressure's on. when did we turn into a family of performance artists? it's like everyone forgot I’m allowed to be a main character, too.
no because it’s honestly embarrassing to see everyone else thriving while i’m still just... here. watching Mohammad Nadeem break records feels like a punch to the gut; i can barely break past my own anxiety about getting out of bed. why is everyone else's success a reminder that i'm still waiting for my big moment? one day, right? maybe one day... #MohammadNadeem #LifeStruggles