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A Everyone else seems to have a calling.
Meanwhile, you’re mainlining coffee and trying not to snore in the 2pm meeting.

You’re not lost, you’re just tired of pretending every job has to double as a soul mission.
Purpose doesn&rsqu

You check emails in bed.
Tell yourself it’s just a quick scroll, next thing you know, you’re doom-refreshing Slack like it’s a hobby.

Your nervous system never gets to clock off, because “relaxing” now includes replying

A “can we chat?” email and suddenly you’re planning your career funeral.
Heart rate up. Stomach drops. Mentally updating your LinkedIn before you’ve even replied.

It’s not drama, it’s your nervous system doing thr

You want friends. But small talk feels like a root canal.
You crave connection, but the thought of saying “hi” makes you break out in a full-body cringe.

You’re not antisocial, your nervous system’s just tired of shallow inte

You ruin things you wanted, jobs, relationships, plans that looked good on paper.
Not because you’re broken or reckless, but because “good” feels too fragile to trust.

If this is you, it’s not self-sabotage so much as self-pr

You have 47 feelings at once and somehow none of them come with subtitles.

If this is you, you’re not “too emotional.” You’re just feeling the cost of years spent translating yourself into something palatable. Naming feelings

You thought you’d have it figured out by now.
A career that makes sense. A relationship that feels easy. A version of you that doesn’t second-guess everything.

But instead you’re somewhere between “too late to change” a

You work hard. You always have.
But somehow “enough” keeps moving just out of reach, like your worth’s on a treadmill you never signed up for.

If this is you, you’re not lazy or unmotivated, you’re just exhausted from c

You fall for the same type every time, the one who feels familiar, exciting, a bit magnetic.
And somehow, they hurt you in the same damn way.

If this is you, it’s not bad taste, it’s your nervous system trying to finish an old story. The

Wake, work, scroll, sleep, repeat.
Somewhere between “just one more email” and “just one more episode,” life quietly turned into a hamster wheel with Wi-Fi.

If this is you, maybe it’s time to unf*ck the autopilot.
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Awake, not wired.

Let the day sit lighter