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🌈 “Happy Girls Get FOMO Too” —or— Why I Sometimes Feel Lonely Even While Living My Best Life

You know that one girl who seems to have it all figured out? The one always smiling, always posting aesthetic sunset pics with latte art or grocery-store flowers, talking about mental health like she’s sponsored by a podcast? Yeah. Hi. It’s me. I’m the girl. And guess what? I get FOMO. Let’s rewind. I’m currently in this phase of my life where—on paper—it looks like I’m thriving. I’m traveling, learning, interning, meeting new people, exploring new cities, and somehow managing to have decent hair on most days (not all, I’m not superhuman). I do gratitude journaling. I meditate. I even remember to drink water sometimes. And yet, every once in a while, while living this Technicolor dream, I’ll scroll through Instagram and get hit with the “everyone’s life looks so…together” syndrome. There’s a brunch I wasn’t invited to. A group trip I didn’t know about. A party back home where my name was probably never even brought up. It’s weird because I know I’m not missing out. I’m doin...

Brb Spiraling… Back in 10” – The New Age Adulting Hack

You know how phones have that little “low battery” warning? Adults have that too. Except ours looks like: Eating cereal at 2AM standing by the sink, Crying over a text that wasn’t even that mean, Or full-on spiraling over whether we’ve peaked in life at 23. Welcome to adulthood. We don’t cope, we spiral — briefly, dramatically, and efficiently. Then we go back to our Teams meetings like nothing happened. It’s not a breakdown, it’s a scheduled maintenance. 💫 The 10-Minute Spiral Protocol Step 1: Have one minor inconvenience. Like… missing a bus. Or your fav cafe running out of oat milk. Or someone texting “k.” That’s enough. Step 2: Go full chaos mode. Cue the “What am I doing with my life?” inner monologue. Spiral about your career, relationships, that embarrassing thing you said in 2015, and the existential dread of time passing. Bonus points if it’s all done in the shower. Step 3: Reboot. Wash your face. Drink water. Put on a cute outfit or throw on a hoodie and preten...

Maybe It’s Not Me, It’s Just a Bad Wi-Fi Connection with the Universe

Ever felt like the main character in a movie where everything goes wrong—but without the charming love interest, the background music, or even a decent lighting setup? Yeah, me too. It starts small. You’re just minding your business, trying to be a good human. You text back on time, you show up when you say you will, you laugh at their terrible jokes (even the ones that start with “I’m not racist, but…” ugh), and you genuinely care. But somehow, somehow, you still end up feeling like the villain in someone else’s badly written screenplay. And then it hits you: maybe I’m the problem? Cue: Existential spiral, two cookies, and a playlist full of Phoebe Bridgers. The “Maybe It’s Me” Syndrome Let’s talk about this strange, soul-sucking syndrome we all seem to catch at some point: “Maybe It’s Me.” Symptoms include over-apologizing, replaying conversations from three weeks ago in the shower, and texting your friend, “Am I being crazy or…?” every other day. You give people the benefit o...