I Finally Stopped Lying to Myself
For a long time, I kept telling myself I was fine. Not happy. Just… fine. And honestly, that felt like enough for a while...
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For a long time, I kept telling myself I was fine. Not happy. Just… fine. And honestly, that felt like enough for a while...
Nothing special happened that morning. That’s kind of the point...
For a long time, reflecting on the past felt like reopening things I had already decided were embarrassing or painful. Every time I looked back, my brain went straight to what I messed up, what I should have done differently, or how I could have been better....
I woke up that day already convinced it was going to be bad. Not in a dramatic way, just one of those low energy, slightly annoyed moods where everything feels off before anything even happens...
I don’t really think about gratitude in a big or dramatic way. It’s not something I sit down and plan to feel. Most of the time, it shows up in small moments that I usually rush past without noticing...
For a long time, I convinced myself my lifestyle was fine. Not great, but fine enough. I told myself everyone was tired, everyone was busy, and everyone felt a little burned out. So whatever I was doing couldn’t be that bad, right?..