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Sitting With My Life Lately

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  Sex and the City Girls Sitting With My Life Lately This week has been… a lot . If I could sum it up in one phrase, it would be this: a roller coaster of ganaps, emotions, and unexpected healing . Honestly, I didn’t expect much from this week. I had a lot of things on my to-do list (some I did, most I didn’t), but instead of beating myself up for it, I’m choosing to just sit with it all. No filters. Just honesty. Let’s rewind a little. Monday: Starting with Pressure The week started with an interview for our psych assessment class. You know when you wake up and immediately feel like you have to perform? That’s how it felt. But I pushed through. I showed up, even if I wasn’t at my best. Sometimes, that’s enough. Tuesday: Academia and Adulting Tuesday was surprisingly productive—finally. I finished our requirements for Psychological Assessment and Intro to Clinical Psych. I had been putting these off for a while (classic me), but I did it. That sense of checking things off m...
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Why I Sometimes Feel Like People Are Intimidated by Me

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Amy March Little Women 2019 Why I Sometimes Feel Like People Are Intimidated by Me Have you ever found yourself wondering, "Why do I feel like people are secretly intimidated by me?" Especially in group settings, like with classmates or workmates, where social dynamics are subtle but powerful? If so, you’re not alone. This thought came to me during a group meeting where, despite not saying much, I could feel a certain energy shift. Not negative, but also not warm. Just... different. That moment spiraled into a flood of thoughts. Was I giving off an energy I didn’t mean to? Was I being too silent? Too assertive in past conversations? Or maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t about them at all—it was about me. The truth is, that thought led me down a path of honest self-reflection that I’m learning to embrace more and more: I am strategic when it comes to how I present myself. I don’t always want to be seen as the most capable, the most intelligent, or the most put-together—even if I am ...
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Fake It ‘Til You Make It: Embracing AI, Authenticity, and the Journey of Growth

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  Interstellar 2014 Fake It ‘Til You Make It: Embracing AI, Authenticity, and the Journey of Growth It’s a phrase we’ve all heard before: Fake it ‘til you make it. Cliché, right? But hidden in that cliché is a quiet truth we often overlook: everyone starts unsure, afraid, and uncertain. Most of the time, we don’t feel ready. And sometimes, the only way to move forward is by pretending we know what we’re doing—until we actually do. At First, It’s About Showing Up It’s not about pretending to be someone you’re not. It’s about becoming someone you’re not yet. If faking it gives you the courage to show up, to try, to learn—then fake it. Do it. Because the act of doing builds momentum. And momentum creates growth. The difference now? We’re living in a world where technology—especially AI—can support us as we step into the unknown. AI Isn’t the Threat—It’s the Assist AI is evolving. And it’s changing the game. Whether you’re writing, designing, managing, or building something fro...
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Five Years, One Goodbye, and the Love That Finally Came Back to Me

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    Go Mun-yeong in It's Okay Not To Be Okay Five Years, One Goodbye, an d  the  Love That Finally Came Back to Me They say time heals. But sometimes, time just teaches you how to hide the bruises deeper. Five years. Five whole years of bending, breaking, believing that if I just loved harder, stayed longer, gave more—maybe things would change. But no amount of love can heal someone committed to misunderstanding you. No amount of hope can turn lust into loyalty. And no amount of begging will ever make a heart stay that was never yours to begin with. Leaving wasn’t just walking away from a relationship. It was walking away from a version of myself who couldn’t tell the difference between being needed and being loved. I mistook their presence for peace. I mistook the way they pulled me close for intimacy— But deep down, I knew. We weren’t making love. We were filling voids. And the hardest part to admit? “You did it for release. I did it for connection.” You touched my...
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The Grace in Letting Go: A Love Letter to the Ones Who Walk Away

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Go Mun-yeong in It's Okay Not To Be Okay The Grace in Letting Go: A Love Letter  to the Ones Who Walk Away We live in a world that glorifies endurance. We're taught to keep pushing. To stay, even when our bones are tired and our hearts are slowly breaking. We romanticize the grind, idolize the struggle, and praise the ones who never give up. But no one ever talks about the ones who quit. The quiet ones. The ones who stood in front of everything they once prayed for and whispered, “I can’t do this anymore.” They weren’t weak. They weren’t lost. They were brave in a way we rarely recognize—because sometimes, the strongest, wisest, most soul-saving thing you can do… Is to walk away. Letting go doesn’t always come with a bang. Sometimes, it’s not some grand explosion or final breakdown. It’s quiet. Private. Intimate. It’s a whisper you almost ignore because it feels too painful to accept. "You’ve outgrown this." "You’re not happy here anymore." "...
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💭 The Moment I Stopped Chasing Perfection

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  The Moment I Stopped Chasing Perfection There was a time when I thought I had to be perfect. Not just in one area of my life, but in every single one. I thought if I could control every aspect of who I was, if I could make everything flawless—my grades, my social media posts, my friendships, my appearance—then maybe, just maybe, I would finally feel whole. I thought perfection was the key to peace, the gateway to success, and the way to ensure I’d be loved and accepted. It was a lie, and for so long, I believed it. I remember the day I had an epiphany. It was just another late night, as usual, sitting at my desk, fighting with my own mind. The assignment that was due the next day wasn’t coming together. I’d been staring at the screen for what felt like hours, my fingers frozen on the keyboard. I was paralyzed by the pressure of needing to make every sentence perfect. I needed every word to be impactful, every idea to be revolutionary, every point to be irrefutable. Anything less ...
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