#emotionalstruggles

[thevelvetverses]

Reflections on Perseverance: Navigating Dreams and Expectations

"The weight of our parents' silent sacrifices rests heavy on our hearts, urging us to turn our guilt into gratitude and our dreams into deeds."

With earphones on, listening to "Rockabye," it's poignant lyrics striking a chord deep within me. As I listen, I’m overwhelmed by the profound realization of how much my life mirrors the song. It makes me think about the immense hard work my parents put in to provide the best for me, and in return, I feel like I'm doing nothing. They spend a lot to cover all my expenses—from the best education to the best food. Mumma works tirelessly, managing all the household chores. Meanwhile, Papa spends his entire day at the shop, enduring 45°C heat, drenched in sweat, working hard to meet all our needs. I And here I am, cocooned in the comfort of an air-conditioned room, scrolling endlessly through shorts and reels, wasting my time.

They don’t complain about the struggles they face; they just want me to do well in my studies and my career. But am I doing that? Am I putting in even the slightest effort? The answer is a resounding NO.

The other day, Mumma was telling me about Nani's acquaintance, who mentioned an uncle proudly talking about his daughter clearing the toughest exam in the world—the UPSC. She became an IAS officer. I wonder if I will ever be able to make Mumma and Papa proud of my achievements.In our joint family, where every couple boasts a son, my parents chose to defy societal norms. Despite advice to adopt a boy, my father stood firm, believing that his three daughters were more than enough, that we would one day make him proud. Yet here I am, feeling like a failure, not even putting in the slightest effort.

I asked Mumma why she didn’t study well, thinking if she had, she could be independent, free, and respected by Papa and everyone else. She replied with regret, "Kaash padh liya hota!" (If only I had studied!). I fear a future where I, too, might lament missed opportunities and unrealized potential. I fear telling my daughter the same story of regret, despite having been given every advantage. What if I end up begging for a penny, or dependent on a partner who doesn't respect me ? Is that the life I want?

I daydream all the time about becoming successful, making my parents proud and honored, buying an expensive house, and a luxury car. Yet, looking at my current situation, I am filled with dread that I won't be able to make it. The reality is that I lie lazily on the sofa, mindlessly consuming hundreds of reels, doing everything except studying.

With only five months left until my college entrance exams, and a gap year behind me, my parents have once again spent a fortune on my tuition fees. I am haunted by the fear that history will repeat itself, that I will achieve a mediocre rank and be left cursing my fate, once again.

[in-tenebris-et-in-solitudine]

[my-midnight-confessions]

The Weight of It All

Some nights, it just hits me out of nowhere. I’ll be lying there, staring at the ceiling, and it feels like my whole chest is caving in. Like I can’t breathe, but at the same time, I don’t even care enough to try. My mind starts racing, and it’s all the same thoughts I’ve heard before: You’re not enough. You’re a failure. What’s even the point?

I try to tell myself it’s just in my head, but it doesn’t help. It’s like being stuck in a loop you can’t get out of. One second, I’m angry at myself for being so dramatic, and the next, I’m crying so hard I can’t even see straight.

The worst part is that I’m supposed to be better than this. People expect me to have it all together. They expect me to be strong, to always keep pushing, to be the version of me that fits into this perfect little box they’ve created. They see what I show them—the smiles, the jokes, the version of me that doesn’t let anything get to her. But that’s not the real me.

When I’m around people, I can pretend I’m fine. I can laugh, smile, and act like I’m happy. Sometimes I almost convince myself that I am. But when I’m in my room, it’s different. It’s like all the walls I’ve built up come crashing down, and I’m left alone with everything I’ve been trying to ignore.

The pressure to live up to everyone’s expectations is suffocating. It’s like carrying this weight on my shoulders that never goes away. And the worst part? I’m terrified of letting people down. Of them seeing that I’m not as strong as they think I am.

I don’t even know why I feel this way. My life isn’t perfect, but it’s not that bad. I have things people would kill for. So, why do I still feel like I’m drowning every single day? It makes me feel guilty, like I’m selfish for being this way. And that guilt? It just piles on top of everything else, making the weight even heavier.

I can’t talk to anyone about it either. How do you explain to someone that you don’t even know what’s wrong? That you’re just tired all the time—not the kind of tired where you need sleep, but the kind where you don’t want to exist. People always say, “Just talk to someone,” but it’s not that easy. They wouldn’t get it. And honestly? I wouldn’t want them to.

Sometimes, I think about how much easier it would be if I wasn’t here. I don’t mean anything dramatic—just... gone. Like I could hit pause on everything and disappear. But then I think about the people who’d have to pick up the pieces, and it makes me feel even worse.

It’s a mess in my head. Some days, I can fake it and pretend like I’m okay. Other days, I can’t even get out of bed. I hate feeling this way, but I don’t know how to stop.

If you’ve ever felt like this, I want you to know that you’re not crazy, and you’re not alone. I wish I had some big, inspiring solution, but I don’t. I’m still figuring it out myself. But for now, I’m holding onto the hope that it won’t always be like this.

And maybe that’s enough.

[mortiz888-blog]

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[waves-of-thought]

When Darkness Sets In

But then, there are other times—darker times—when it feels like the universe is actively working against you.

Every step feels heavy, every move is met with resistance. You question everything: “How can things be so wrong? Am I losing my grip on reality?”

Even the simplest tasks feel impossible, as if you're wading through thick fog, lost and unsure.

Nothing seems to work, and every effort feels futile. In those moments, doubt seeps in.

You start to internalize the struggle, convincing yourself that maybe you’re the problem.

Hope fades, and the world feels like it’s closing in on you.

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[fanciedfacts]

Why do we sadness in our heart region?

[pepecarbs]

"The Harsh Reality: Society's Value Scale for Men"

🕊️📉 When we ponder a man's value, it's disheartening to acknowledge that society often judges him based on what he can provide. Be it financial support, mental stability, emotional strength, physical prowess, or even sensuality. But what happens when he can't meet these expectations? Let's delve into this grim perspective that unveils a harsh reality.

💼💔 It's no secret that society places immense pressure on men to be the primary breadwinners, the ones who provide for their families, the backbone of financial stability. But what about the man who struggles, who faces job loss, financial setbacks, or is unable to climb the career ladder? Does he suddenly lose all value? This sad reality leaves many feeling worthless, as if their very essence is diminished.

🧠💔 The demand for mental and emotional strength is relentless. A man is expected to hold it together, to be the sturdy rock, never faltering in the face of adversity. But what if he's battling his own demons? What if he's overwhelmed, anxious, or depressed? Society's harsh judgment can make him feel like a failure, as if his struggles make him less valuable in the eyes of those around him.

🏋️‍♂️💔 Physicality is another measure, often reducing a man's value to the mere appearance of strength and fitness. But what if illness strikes, or age takes its toll? Suddenly, he might feel like he's lost his worth, as if his value is directly proportional to his physical condition. The sad truth is, this perspective can strip away the dignity and respect a man deserves.

💔🔥 Even the sensual aspect of a man's life is scrutinized. He's expected to be a charismatic lover, always desirable, always in control. But when circumstances or personal struggles affect his sensuality, he can be made to feel inadequate, like he's lost a significant part of what defines him as a man.

🕊️📉 It's essential to recognize the heart-wrenching reality that many men face when they can't meet society's rigid expectations. We must challenge this narrow view of a man's value, realizing that he's more than just his ability to provide. Let's initiate a dialogue about the detrimental effects of this perspective, discussing the importance of compassion, understanding, and inclusivity.

💔💬 Share your thoughts on this heartbreaking issue in the comments below. Let's raise awareness about the struggle that some men face when they're deemed to have lost their value. #WorthBeyondExpectations #BreakingTheCycle #EmpathyMatters

[References:

"The Mental Health Crisis Among Men" - American Psychological Association

"Impact of Financial Stress on Mental Health" - Journal of Family and Economic Issues

"Perceptions of Masculinity and Body Image" - Men and Masculinities]

[rxmantc]

Threads of Deception

I lay beside him; his breath is mine.

He holds me to him with an unbearable grasp.

I feel as if I am a bird in a cage—untouchable.

He feels so close, yet so impossibly far away.

My body screams only to run, to hide.

My heart longs for nothing more than equality.

This is what I wanted… So why do I feel so empty?

I begin to hyperventilate; I feel as if I am prey.

He is the hunter, and I am caught in his trap,

An endless cycle of being held only on a whim.

Why do I keep myself here?

Stop. You must ground yourself—I cannot!

I am not real. My feelings do not matter.

I am neither seen nor heard.

I do not deserve this.

Then leave.

[the-feral-quill]

Fragile Canvas

Who is there when not loving? Who exists if not giving? A taped-together heart, held out, Hoping it will be taken, Seen like a priceless work of art— Something to be admired, Never touched.

Because the moment it is, Everything falls apart.

Tears of acceptance fall, Breaths of doubt are drawn. How can someone so wonderful, Hold broken pieces in hand, And not see that putting them together Is a waste of time?

Once the whole picture is seen, Departure feels inevitable. The puzzle, complete, No longer new or shiny— Just a worn-out puzzle with missing pieces, In a worn-out box, Lost but never found.

[in-tenebris-et-in-solitudine]

My soul has been crying so loud lately that it's uncontrollably leaking into my eyes.

[kokoroloco]

Soñé que estaba en la casa de alguien, como solía suceder cuando veía gente en la app de citas. Entré a su baño y la regadera estaba montada sobre una especie de pozo no muy profundo, pero que se veía peligroso. Una herrería con un gran hueco en medio hacía de piso de la ducha, y había un montón de ropa mojada allí. No recuerdo bien qué hacía, pero por alguna causa había unos insectos deambulando en la ropa que, poco a poco con el agua, se iban arrastrados por la corriente hasta que la ropa quedaba limpia. Entonces me duchaba y salía a ver al chico, pero una culpa brutal se apoderaba de mí al recordar que tengo novio y que estaba a punto de engañarlo, por lo que huía. No recuerdo más, pero creo que desperté.

I dreamt I was at someone's house, like back when I used to meet people through a dating app. I entered their bathroom, and the shower was mounted over a kind of not very deep, but seemingly dangerous well. A metal frame with a large hole in the middle served as the floor of the shower, and there was a lot of wet clothing there. I don’t quite remember what I was doing, but somehow there were insects wandering on the clothes that gradually got washed away by the water, leaving the clothes clean. Then I showered and went to see the guy, but overwhelming guilt took hold of me when I remembered that I have a boyfriend and that I was about to cheat, so I fled. I don’t remember more, but I think I woke up.

Este sueño podría estar explorando temas de inseguridad y culpabilidad relacionados con la fidelidad y las decisiones personales. La configuración peligrosa y poco convencional de la ducha podría simbolizar una situación inestable o riesgosa en tu vida emocional o en tus relaciones. Los insectos en la ropa y el proceso de limpieza podrían representar la necesidad de purgar pensamientos o sentimientos indeseados. La culpa al final del sueño destaca tu lucha interna entre el deseo y la lealtad, y la decisión de huir podría indicar tu deseo de evitar enfrentar o cometer un error que sabes que contradice tus valores.

[ngocngadotnet]

Check out Vietnamese and Chinese versions: https://ngocnga.net/adulthood/?utm_source=tumblr&utm_medium=social&utm_campaign=quote ​😢💔🧘 At this age, if something can still make you cry hard, it must be something so sad, painful, and exhausting that no amount of eating, drinking, or sleeping can fix. // Dào le zhè gè nián jì rú guǒ hái yǒu shén me néng ràng nǐ dà kū yī chǎng de, nà yī dìng shì chī duō shǎo hē duō shǎo shuì duō shǎo dōu jiě jué bù liǎo de hěn nán guò hěn xīn tòng hěn lèi de shì.

[waves-of-thought]

When the Universe Aligns

There are times when it feels as if the entire universe is conspiring to help you, when everything falls into place effortlessly.

These moments are powerful, filled with a sense of alignment and purpose. It’s like every step you take is met with clarity, as if the path ahead clears itself just for you.

Obstacles seem to vanish, and opportunities unfold with perfect timing.

The people you need, the answers you seek—they all appear with almost magical precision. In those moments, it feels like you’re in perfect harmony with life, as if you're exactly where you're meant to be.

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[elfuegointerior]

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Soñé que estaba en la casa de alguien, como solía suceder cuando veía gente en la app de citas. Entré a su baño y la regadera estaba montada sobre una especie de pozo no muy profundo, pero que se veía peligroso. Una herrería con un gran hueco en medio hacía de piso de la ducha, y había un montón de ropa mojada allí. No recuerdo bien qué hacía, pero por alguna causa había unos insectos deambulando en la ropa que, poco a poco con el agua, se iban arrastrados por la corriente hasta que la ropa quedaba limpia. Entonces me duchaba y salía a ver al chico, pero una culpa brutal se apoderaba de mí al recordar que tengo novio y que estaba a punto de engañarlo, por lo que huía. No recuerdo más, pero creo que desperté.

I dreamt I was at someone's house, like back when I used to meet people through a dating app. I entered their bathroom, and the shower was mounted over a kind of not very deep, but seemingly dangerous well. A metal frame with a large hole in the middle served as the floor of the shower, and there was a lot of wet clothing there. I don’t quite remember what I was doing, but somehow there were insects wandering on the clothes that gradually got washed away by the water, leaving the clothes clean. Then I showered and went to see the guy, but overwhelming guilt took hold of me when I remembered that I have a boyfriend and that I was about to cheat, so I fled. I don’t remember more, but I think I woke up.

Este sueño podría estar explorando temas de inseguridad y culpabilidad relacionados con la fidelidad y las decisiones personales. La configuración peligrosa y poco convencional de la ducha podría simbolizar una situación inestable o riesgosa en tu vida emocional o en tus relaciones. Los insectos en la ropa y el proceso de limpieza podrían representar la necesidad de purgar pensamientos o sentimientos indeseados. La culpa al final del sueño destaca tu lucha interna entre el deseo y la lealtad, y la decisión de huir podría indicar tu deseo de evitar enfrentar o cometer un error que sabes que contradice tus valores.