Why You’re Not Behind (Even If Instagram Says You Are)

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The Lie That Everyone Else Is Ahead You’re scrolling, and it feels like everyone’s overtaking you. The friend who just bought a house. The colleague who somehow does sunrise yoga and has a side hustle. The stranger on Instagram who appears to be permanently on holiday. Your brain whispers: “You’re behind.” But here’s the truth: … Read more

Doomscrolling: The Energy Drain Nobody Talks About

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Midnight Scrolling Olympics It’s 11:57 PM. You promised yourself you’d go to bed early. But here you are, thumb on autopilot, scrolling through Instagram reels, TikTok “productivity hacks,” and Twitter doom. You don’t even remember opening the app. Ten minutes later, it’s somehow 1:30 AM and you’ve absorbed three climate catastrophes, two “perfect” morning routines, … Read more

The Comparison Trap: Why Scrolling Makes You Miserable (and How to Get Out)

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The Two-Minute Lie You know the script. “Just two minutes on Instagram before bed. Just to unwind.” Two minutes turns into thirty, thirty turns into “oh look, it’s midnight and I hate myself.” You close the app with that pit in your stomach and the soundtrack in your head: Everyone else is winning. I’m behind. … Read more

Unglamorous Self-Care: The Toast Over Sink Philosophy

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The 7:23 AM Truth It’s 7:23 on a Tuesday. You’re eating peanut butter toast over the sink, wearing yesterday’s sweatshirt, ignoring seventeen group chat notifications you don’t have the energy for. Not Instagrammable. But it works. This moment—feeding yourself, dodging obligations, giving zero thought to appearances—is real self-care. Not the rose-petal bath kind. The survival … Read more

The Sunday Scaries: Why Sunday Nights Feel Like a Hangover (Without the Fun)

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The 6PM Dread It’s 6:17 PM on a Sunday. You’re on the sofa, scrolling, but not actually seeing anything. The weekend felt like it just got started, but somehow it’s already over. Your stomach’s heavy, your chest is tight, and Monday looms like a tax bill you can’t ignore. You open Instagram and see other … Read more