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I've worked in enough places now to notice a pattern. Every workplace seems to have that one person who somehow operates under a completely different set of rules. They're late regularly, miss deadlines, create extra...
I've been thinking about something lately. A few years ago, I was involved in a project at work that completely consumed my life for a few weeks. There were daily meetings, management escalations, endless emails, and eve...
Tiny emotional questions people secretly answer.
I don't know if it's just me getting older or if life has genuinely become harder over the last few years. The other day I was looking through my bank statement and realized something that bothered me. I'm earning sig...
Endless matches, endless small talk that goes nowhere, the constant low hum of being evaluated and evaluating. I miss meeting someone slowly, by accident, without a menu of alternatives one thumb away. I am not bitter, j...
I spent so long resenting people for not inviting me, not checking in, not making the effort. Then I got tired of waiting and started being the one who reaches out. It felt risky and a little pathetic at first. But my li...
Jump into the feeling you came with.
I have mastered the look of someone who has it together. Calendar full, replies fast, always nodding. But most days I am quietly unsure if anything I do matters, performing productivity while feeling completely adrift. T...
I do the work, I get the praise, and then when it is time to talk money I shrink into a polite, grateful version of myself that accepts whatever is offered. I have watched people with half my output ask for double and ge...
People would kill for this role and I know it, which is exactly why I cannot complain out loud anywhere but here. The pressure to be grateful is its own weight. I smile in meetings and cry in the car. Wanting something f...
On paper I have made it. Good title, good money, the kind of role people congratulate you for. But I snap at people I love, I dread Monday by Saturday afternoon, and I have not felt curious about anything in months. The...
I held onto being right for so long it became part of my personality. Today I just... put it down. Not because they earned forgiveness, but because I was tired of renting them space in my head for free. Resentment is hea...
I've tried the affirmations and the unfollowing and the 'your body is a vessel' reframes. But I still flinch at mirrors and dodge photos. It's exhausting to carry around something you resent every single day. I don't wan...
New title, more money, a team that looks to me for answers. And a voice in my head insisting I fooled everyone and the moment they realise I'm in over my head is coming. I keep over-preparing and under-sleeping to outrun...
I let people get to a certain depth and then I pull back, ghost, or pick a fight. The closer someone gets, the louder the voice that says they'll leave once they see the real me. So I leave first to feel in control of th...
I'm the one who remembers birthdays, checks in, shows up, drops everything when someone needs me. But when I'm drowning, the silence is deafening. I don't want to keep score, but I'm so tired of being everyone's safe pla...
Rent, bills, groceries that cost more every single month, and the constant low hum of math running in my head. I work hard. I don't waste money. And still every month feels like sprinting to stay in the same place. I'm t...
I've been running on caffeine and to-do lists for two years straight. Today a tiny thing went wrong at work and I just folded. I locked myself in a stall and cried until my face went numb, then walked out and pretended n...
I don't think my parents ever understood how much pressure they put on me. And the worst part is, I don't think they were trying to hurt me. Growing up, I was the "smart kid" in the family. Every report card, every...
The craziest part about the latest US-Iran situation is how normal it’s starting to feel online. Missile headlines. War updates. Oil prices. Military videos. Breaking news every few hours. And somehow social me...
Back in school, everyone used to talk about this one guy in our class like he had life fully figured out. Always scoring highest. Always disciplined. Teachers loved him. Parents compared their kids to him constantl...
I genuinely think the Indian middle class is one bad month away from collective burnout. Everywhere I look, people are just stressed all the time now. Rent increasing. School fees increasing. Petrol increasing....
