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The Cost of Becoming Someone You Never Meant to Be

You can spend years constructing a life that looks solid from the outside and hollow on the inside. It’s not always built on ambition. Sometimes, it’s built on accident—on a series of small compromises, polite nods, and the quiet panic of not wanting to disappoint anyone. The world praises effort. It rarely pauses to ask if that effort is directed toward something you actually want. So you say yes, again and again. You become reliable. Generous. Thoughtful. You start carrying other people’s expectations like a second skin, mistaking …

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The Sacred Terror of Saying Yes

There’s a particular kind of fear that arrives just before something important. Not the fear of crossing a busy road or checking your blood test results. This one has more gravity. It usually shows up when you’re standing at the edge of something new—arms crossed, breath held, already rehearsing how you’ll explain your failure if things go sideways. I used to think the brave were the ones who didn’t feel this fear. I know better now. The brave are simply the ones who keep showing up with it. I’ve said yes to a lot of things that scared …

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The Stories That Cost Me Something Are The Ones I Can’t Abandon

There was a winter morning in Uttarakhand when my fingers wouldn’t stop trembling. I hadn’t eaten. My face was windburnt. The room I was in smelled like wet wool and eucalyptus balm. But I had to write. Not because it was a good idea. Not because anyone was waiting.Because if I didn’t, the story inside me was going to rot. It wasn’t a “content plan.” It wasn’t strategic. It didn’t start with a hook and end with a takeaway. It was a raw, blood-tinged truth that had been pulsing behind my ribs for days. I remember staring at the screen …

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When Obsession Masquerades as Purpose

Some people call it drive. Others call it madness. Most of us don’t know the difference until we’ve lost something important to both. On one end of the spectrum, there’s the romanticized version: the builder who works 16-hour days, the mountaineer who refuses oxygen, the parent who sacrifices everything for their child, the artist who forgets to eat. These stories get told at dinner tables and on LinkedIn posts with swelling pride.Look at how far they went. Look at what they gave up. But then there’s the quieter version. The part we don’t …

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Why Most People Quit Before They’re Done

There’s a moment in every meaningful effort where something slips. Not catastrophically. Quietly. It’s the part no one warns you about: the middle. You start with excitement. You imagine the end. But somewhere around two-thirds in, it unravels. Not because it’s hard—because it’s now familiar. Boring. Too far in to turn back, too far from the end to feel pulled forward. Most people don’t quit because something is difficult. They quit because the signal gets lost. Clarity fades. And when we can’t see why we’re doing something, every step …

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You’re Not Superglue, Quit Clinging: A Bold Guide to Letting Go

It always starts the same way. You're lying in bed with your phone hovering inches from your face, backlit in ghostly blue, replaying that message thread like it’s a true crime documentary. Every emoji, every punctuation mark—suddenly a clue. Your mind, a CSI unit for emotional chaos. You tell yourself this is the last time. Then do it again tomorrow. Obsessive overthinking is the late-night snack no one talks about, and we keep going back like it might taste different this time. But it’s not the message or the missed call that’s the real …

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Quitting the Rescue Game (and Learning to Save Myself)

Being needed made me feel like I mattered. Every crisis gave me a role. Every meltdown was an invitation. I was the dependable one. My inbox was a helpline. My calendar, a graveyard of canceled plans. I didn’t say no. I didn’t pause. I was on call for everyone but myself. It’s seductive—this whole saving people thing. You feel important. You feel necessary. You get to be the calm in someone else’s storm. Until you realize you're always standing in the storm, getting soaked, and no one’s offering you an umbrella. Eventually, it stops being …

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Stop Climbing. The Ladder’s a Lie.

You hit the goal. It lands. Kind of. There’s that brief flicker of satisfaction—like a match flaring up in a windstorm. And then, almost on cue, the itch returns. You think about the next thing. The better version. The upgrade. Whatever it is you’re supposed to be wanting now. Nobody warns you how fast a win can rot. Not because it’s not real—but because it was never built to hold your worth. At best, it’s a sugar hit. At worst, it’s proof that your idea of “enough” is broken. They call it drive. Hustle. Vision. Give it a slick name and …

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