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Sometimes the bravest thing you can do is ask for help.

Encouraging vulnerability

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🌙 Sometimes the bravest thing you can do is ask for help. Encouraging vulnerability #情įģĒæ˛ģ愈 #overwhelmed

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You're Not
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Between Jobs

Three months after losing my job, "What do you do?" feels like a trap. My days blur together. Coffee. Job applications. Rejection emails. But yesterday, I went to the park and just sat. I realized: I'm still here. Still breathing. Still valuable. Maybe this isn't a gap in my resume. Maybe it's a gap in time to remember who I was before I became what I did.

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The 3 AM Thought Spiral

3:47 AM. Wide awake. Again. My mind reviews every mistake. I used to fight these thoughts. Now, I do something different. I name them. "Okay, Anxiety. I see you. Thanks for trying to protect me. But we're safe right now." Sometimes it works. Sometimes it doesn't. But at least I'm not fighting myself anymore.

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The Empty Chair

Dinner for one. Again. It started as loneliness. But somewhere along the way, loneliness became solitude. I learned to like my own company. Started conversations with myself that actually went somewhere. The chair is still empty. But I'm not. And maybe that's enough for now.

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Good Enough

I've spent my whole life chasing "better." My therapist asked: "What would happen if you were just good enough?" I'm trying it. Leaving dishes overnight. Sending emails with typos. And you know what? The world didn't end. I just became... easier on myself.

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The Sunday Scaries

It starts around 4 PM every Sunday. That tightness in my chest. Tomorrow is Monday. I made a list: What am I actually afraid of? Turns out, I wasn't afraid of work. I was afraid of not being enough. I'm working on it. Setting boundaries. Sundays still feel heavy. But at least now I understand why.

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The Weight of Expectations

I used to carry everyone's expectations like stones in my pockets. Each morning, I'd wake up heavier. Until one day, I couldn't get out of bed. That's when I learned: You can't pour from an empty cup. I started saying no. Small at first. Each "no" felt like dropping a stone. I'm still learning to walk lighter.

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