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When “Being Impressive” Becomes a Cage

I never thought doing things I genuinely loved—things that brought me joy—could leave me feeling so hollow. That rush of reaching the summit, the high of ticking off goals, the discipline of sticking to a plan—it made me feel powerful. Unstoppable. Like I was building a life full of purpose. I was doing hard things. And that became my identity. But somewhere along the way, it stopped feeling like joy and started feeling like performance. If I wasn’t achieving something remarkable, it felt like I didn’t know who I was. Slowing down didn’t …

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The Version of Her That Chose

Nobody noticed when she started changing. There wasn’t a grand moment or a speech or a meltdown. No cutting bangs or quitting jobs. Just a quiet shift that began somewhere small — like waking up earlier than she needed to. Her name was Meera. Thirty-something. Had tried being everything to everyone and still felt like she was failing at both. She wasn’t dramatic about it. That wasn’t her style. She just carried a tiredness in her bones that no nap or vacation could fix. She didn’t hate her life. That’s what made it trickier. She had …

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The People Left. I Stayed.

And that’s when I understood what most of us are really running from. The trek ended like all treks do—dusty boots, shared trail snacks, and a group chat that no one will use. A few people were already calling cabs. One woman with her teenage son had her flight booked for the next morning. Two others were trying to catch the last ride out that same day. When I asked if they were staying for the weekend, they laughed nervously and said, "What will I do here alone? I'll get bored. I'll go mad." That conversation stuck. Not because it …

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The Space Between

Raghav ignored the third message from Mira that morning. "We need to talk." He told himself he’d respond after the product sprint ended. He didn’t. He always excelled under pressure. As a product strategist in a bustling tech startup, he lived for chaos—pitching to investors, crafting timelines, fixing bugs at 2 a.m. But emotional connection? Especially with Mira? That was a system crash he never learned to debug. When Mira cried or tried to reach him, a static wall rose in his chest. His mind whispered: flee. He never shouted, but his …

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The Woman Who Forgot to Want

Her name was Mira. The kind of woman people described as “supportive,” “selfless,” “a rock.” She had always been the one who made room—for others, for their dreams, for their chaos. A good partner, they’d say. A quiet achiever. The kind who never made too much noise about what she needed. Or maybe she just stopped talking about it altogether. She used to dream. Not in the grand, billboard kind of way, but in soft-focus details—late-night writing sessions with her dog at her feet, a sunlit kitchen where she’d bake bread without watching the …

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Inheritance

I folded my dreams into cornerssharp enough to cut mejust so you’d have roomto unfold yours. I told myselflove is sacrifice.That shrinking is a kind of gift.That silence means strength.That maybe you'd noticethe ache in my absence. But you didn’t.You walked lighter,because I carried what you wouldn’t. I stopped asking.Stopped wanting.Stopped dreaming.I peeled my needs down to the bone—air, sleep,a hand on my back,a voice that says I see you. Even thatwas too much. You didn’t just forget me.You erased me.Made me ghost myself.I …

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