I've always been that kid who's always loved the idea of being in love. But the more I got into the romantic relationships the more it took away a part of me. I'm scared of how Love makes me feel...when everything seems to be falling apart, the anxiety, the tears, the self doubt. Although at this point of my life I know it has nothing to do with my Self worth, it always makes me question...Am I not enough? Will I die single? Will love ever find me? Honestly, the only time I've felt completely in love is with my pet dog. There are no expectations, every dog in the street reminds me of my pet, I'm counting days to go home and meet him, that one hug with him heals me. This is the only Love I've ever felt unconditional. Maybe it's not Love that scares me, it's the humans behind it who can't meet me where I am. I am done with the lessons, for once I don't wanna let go. For once I want all that to work out.

Got my dream job. Ticking off things from my vision board like I'm on manifesting steroids. Living exactly what I prayed for. And still… I cried to bed last night. And this morning too. Because starting over in a new place, building everything from scratch, being alone with your thoughts—it’s heavy. It’s exciting, but it’s heavy. I've been juggling personal stuff, questioning everything, carrying emotional baggage like it’s part of my daily outfit. And the scariest part? Some days, I feel guilty for feeling sad when everything looks “perfect” on the outside. But today I journaled. Finally sat with myself, wrote the chaos out. Didn’t try to “be positive” or fix anything—just felt it. And honestly, that helped. I'm slowly learning it's okay to not have it all together. To cry in the middle of the wins. To be scared and grateful. To laugh at work and then feel lonely at night. And maybe… that’s just part of the process.

Here's my story:- For years, I lived in a victim mindset: “Why is my life like this?” “Why am I not as privileged as others?” “Why does it feel like I’m always starting over?” I kept thinking… and overthinking… until I stopped complaining. In 2022, I read Show Your Work by Austin Kleon while battling major doubt about switching careers. The book didn’t change my life immediately—but the idea stayed: Do something. Share something. Something will lead to something. In 2023, I finally practiced it. I started putting myself out there—through writing, podcasting, reels, ideas. I showed up even when it felt cringey or imperfect. And it brought opportunities I never imagined: -Organizing an Event & Collaborating with mentors I once only followed -Podcast guests who now feel like community -Moving to a different state all by myself for a full-time role I once thought I wasn’t “qualified” for -Being seen as someone who takes initiative, not just someone with potential We wait for perfection, clarity, confidence… but all of that comes after action. If you feel stuck, this is your nudge: Start showing your work. Imperfectly. Awkwardly. Consistently. It’s the only way forward

So I recently organized an event that meant the world to me. It was on my Vision Board & I poured my whole heart into making it happen—from guest invites to the tiniest details. But… when the official post about the event went up, only the University societies were tagged. Not me. Not my podcast page. Nothing. It kinda stung. Not because I wanted applause or a gold star—but because this was my first time showing up for myself like that. After sitting with it for a few days, I finally sent a polite, honest message to the professor thanking him—but also sharing how much that tiny recognition would've meant. He replied, but the tone felt… a bit cold. Like maybe I shouldn’t have said anything. But now I’m spiraling just a little—did I overstep? Was I wrong to speak up?Am I problematic? Why can't I fit in? Maybe I need to learn Manipulating skills... What will be your suggestion?

The above picture was on my vision board — yep, I literally morphed my face into it...and on 05.04.2025, it happened. Was it easy? ❌ Did I wanna give up? almost every day Was I scared? obviously Did I mess it up? more than once But I showed up anyway. I turned that vision into a goal by taking tiny, messy, uncomfortable steps. This year’s theme? ✨ Fight for my fairytale ✨ Become well-networked And I can finally say — I’m on the path. Slow, imperfect, but mine.🧿