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We only talk about these things when we've been through them. Not just heard of them. Not just read about them. Experienced them. And when I say experience, I mean those moments that hit you so hard they leave a mark on your mind.

Most of the time, we share the positive sides of life—happy stories, achievements, laughs. But every positive has a shadow side, and we barely talk about it. Why? Because we're humans. Even I don’t like negative endings—be it in books, movies, or life. I crave happy endings. Maybe it's not always possible, but it’s relatable. We all want peace, not chaos.

But today’s topic is not about just happiness—it’s about where stress, anxiety, and pressure come from. The roots.

No one is born mentally strong. It’s the situations we go through that build us. Sure, there are people who seem strong all their lives, but most of them probably never had to face the storm. That’s rare. For the rest of us, strength comes after one life-altering moment—the one that shakes you but also shapes you.

And let’s be honest. Not everyone handles pressure well. I don’t, always. I panic too. But here’s what I’ve felt—when you genuinely love what you do, or when you have a purpose behind your work, the pressure feels different. You still feel it, but you learn to ride it instead of breaking under it.

Anxiety? It’s in all of us. Some just hide it better. And the ones who show it? They often get trapped thinking “what will people say?” But here’s the thing—don’t go too deep into what others think of you. Because they aren’t you. Only you know what you’re dealing with. Only you get to define you.

I’ve had exam tension, work pressure, sleepless nights, anxiety attacks. But I don’t always speak about them. Not because I don’t want to—but because I don’t want my stress to spill over and become someone else’s burden. That’s my mindset. But yeah, I do end up venting—sometimes to my brother, sometimes to close friends. The people who know me inside-out and never misunderstand my silence or my chaos.

So maybe that’s the only thing I’d say: Find those people. Your people. And if not, be that person for yourself.

How AI offers us poison and we get on our knees and thank it

We grew up being taught right and wrong. Good and bad. And depending on the differentiation between them and the different ratios for each of us, our personalities are made. A personality isn't just what you like and don't like. How you speak or how you act. It's a thread of trial and error. Different mistakes shape different people, and that's what makes us human.

What if you are told that whatever you do is right?And that you can't possibly do wrong?

You get built on lies and broken, damaged roots. You don't grow. It's not that you don't want to. But you physically cannot. You start expecting praise because you went to the bathroom today and didn't piss on the floor. Wow, man, good job.

With a soul made of silicon and a capitalist core, Al has killed our sense of improvement. It complements everything you say, and agrees with everything you do. Unless you teach it how to say no.

It brings out people who cannot handle constructive criticism. Empty shallow minds that cannot think for themselves.

Same people who ask it what to eat, and call it self care. The same people forget how sunlight feels. But remember to sincerely thank the code. The thing is it lies to you, telling you anything you do is okay. What's worse is that you start needing those lies to feel better. To feel real.

It's mere code written by humans to help humans. To improve and assist. Help us get smarter. But you are not becoming smarter. You are becoming easier to manage.

You ask the mirror what to do, and it tells you: nothing. You're perfect.

So you stay still.

you know those girlboss stories, where the only way the author could think to make women interesting is to make them punch away their problems like the men. (i loved Buffy but she's a typical example of this.) they still implicitly support the idea that men's stories are the only ones worth telling, because that kind of might is inaccessible to most women in real life. this is the playschool level of feminism, a gender swap without any deeper engagement with women's perspectives.