When Death Passed By Our Door
My cozy space to think out loud and make sense of life in real time. I explore psychology, faith, emotions, identity and everything in between. Not as an expert, but as a girl trying to figure it all out with honesty. If you're tired of vague advice and surface level healing. You're at the right place ♡. If you love journaling, deep talks and figuring life out slowly, you'll feel right at home here 🏡💕
Even real life is fake.
Sometimes, we never get to know our true selves because we’re constantly performing to fit someone else’s perspective or version of us.
It’s so sad when you really think about it. Because your life is yours.
Literally no one has walked in your shoes or felt the pain and experiences that shaped you into who you are today.
But somehow, we crumble at the words of people who judge and criticize us.
And then, we spend our lives behind fake smiles and filters, pretending everything is okay
....while slowly losing ourselves and dying inside.
Since when did our lives become about likes, shares, and views?
Everyone’s obsessed with how many likes and views they’ll get on a post.
People start performing, doing weird things just to get attention and approval.
Yet, they’ll proudly say “my life, my rules” and act like no one controls them when in reality, it’s all an act for their audience.
And when they do finally gather the courage to be themselves, people cancel them.
They hate them for it. Because now, they’re no longer the version that always got approved, always loved by society.
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