There’s a specific kind of dread that people who compare themselves to others know — the one that arrives on a Tuesday morning with someone else’s promotion and doesn’t leave until you’ve quietly dismantled everything you thought you’d built, and it isn’t low confidence, it’s what happens when you’ve been scoring your life on a chart you never agreed to fill in
There’s a particular kind of panic that arrives quietly now, usually through a screen. Not the dramatic kind. Not the life-altering phone call or the disaster that splits your year in half and gives your friends something serious to talk about over dinner. This panic is smaller. More socially acceptable. Easier to hide. It arrives … Read more