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Reality is shaped as much by perception as by truth. I once believed my childhood was happy and my parents’ marriage was the model to follow—until therapy and a single book shattered that certainty. As old memories resurfaced, I began to see how family dynamics, emotional immaturity, and inherited patterns shaped my beliefs, forcing me to question everything I thought I knew about love, trust, and myself.

We often see other people’s wounds more clearly than our own. I believed I was drawn to people with abandonment issues because I wanted to save them—until a therapist suggested I might be comforting the abandoned girl I once was. That moment unraveled memories of loss, silence, and emotional distance that quietly shaped my relationships, fears, and choices, revealing how deeply hidden abandonment can shape a life.

What began as an hour of silence with a stranger became a lifeline. Through therapy, I learned to feel, to speak, and to understand myself. But endings, workplace strain, and limited access to care tested my resilience. From CBT to Jungian analysis and dream journals filled with keys and rabbits, my journey continues—no longer just to cope, but to truly know and love who I am.

An exhausted morning spirals into a day ruled by clocks, productivity, and quiet resentment. Trapped in routines that reward busyness over being, the narrator reflects on how work became identity, rest became guilt, and life slipped by on autopilot—until a forced pause revealed a truth: productivity is not purpose, and we still have the freedom to choose differently.

This article traces my working life across multiple jobs, countries, and teams, exploring how ambition, burnout, love, and survival shaped my career. I learned early that hard work doesn’t always equal fairness, that some managers will hold you back, and that toxic environments can hollow you out. Yet, through it all, one thing made work bearable: the work besties who became chosen family and helped me survive 9 to 5.

I was never good at colouring inside the lines. I’d try so hard to be perfect, but somehow, it always spilled over. That pressure—constant, loud—followed me through life: to school, to work, into the mirror. I chased elegance, beauty, success, always feeling like I fell short. But slowly, I learned that perfection is a myth. I’ve made peace with messy lines, flawed skin, and stretch marks kissed instead of shamed. I’m not perfect—but I’m real. And that, I’ve come to believe,

I often feel torn between what I want and what I know is right, like being in two minds. I overthink, second-guess, and sometimes choose comfort even when I see red flags. I try to grow, set boundaries, and understand my patterns, but it's hard. Advice, karma, and self-doubt all swirl in my head. Still, I keep refining my path. With compassion, reflection, and the right people, I’m learning to make choices that align with the person I want to be.

There are so many traditions around the holiday season. As soon as December hits, all the Christmas carols start to be broadcast everywhere. The decorations and the lights start going up. Everybody starts looking at the weather forecast, and they start wishing for a white Christmas. Start planning menus, start planning parties. They get family heirlooms out that are connected with the season and display them. Everybody is suddenly expected to be a better person and be kinder

Accepting imperfection, the pursuit of happiness, and the freedom found in letting go of unrealistic expectations.

Born at night, I've always struggled with sleep, from childhood routines to anxiety-induced insomnia. This is my relationship with sleep.

The ongoing journey of uncovering why we act the way we do, accepting our flaws, and embracing the discomfort that comes with growth.

Competition - the act or process of trying to get or win something (such as a prize or a higher level of success) that someone else is also trying to get or win (Britannica Dictionary) Ever since the first organism crawled out of the primordial ooze, the principle that has driven evolution has been the survival of the fittest. The predator that is the smartest and the strongest will eat, while the weak one will perish. Even in a pack, the strongest eat first, while the weak a

An introspective exploration of the saviour complex, examining how a desire to help others can become toxic.

What a strange thing trust is. Strong enough to move mountains when it’s there, powerful enough to crumble them when it’s gone. Gain with...

This story touches on the intricacies of toxic relationships, self-awareness, and growth.

This article explores my struggle with anger

Ongoing emotional struggles, recognizing patterns from the past, seeking support, and accepting that healing is a gradual process.

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This is my struggle with depression & suicidal thoughts. A reminder that even in our darkest times, healing is possible & we are not alone.

This is a story about overthinking a decision paralysis. Through self-awareness, I’m learning to trust myself more and embrace uncertainty.