đ„ 27. THE LIES I CALLED COPING SKILLS
Dissecting the myth of productivity, busy-ness, and being âfine.â
I never missed a deadline.
I smiled at the right times.
I was always early. Always helpful. Always âstrong.â
But what no one saw wasâ
I wasnât coping.
I was hiding.
They said I was doing great.
Said I was âresilient.â
A âgo-getter.â
A âbadass.â
But my hyper-productivity wasnât confidence.
It was panic, dressed in achievement.
My calendar was full.
So I didnât have to feel.
My checklist was long.
So I didnât have to ask if I was okay.
I didnât sit stillâbecause the silence was too loud.
Didnât slow downâbecause I was afraid of what Iâd hear in my own mind.
Didnât stop achievingâbecause I thought my value lived in usefulness.
And no one questioned it.
Because we donât question pain that looks like success.
I called it âmanaging.â
But really?
I was sprinting from grief.
From rage.
From the crushing fear that if I stopped being impressive,
Iâd just be me.
And maybe that wouldnât be enough.
Eventually, I hit a wall.
Not a dramatic crash.
Just a quiet moment when my body whispered:
âYou canât outrun this forever.â
So I slowed down.
Stopped performing.
Started feeling.
And it hurt like hell.
But it was real.
And it was mine.
đ§ Emotional Takeaway:
Coping isnât always about staying alive.
Sometimes itâs about staying hidden.
But if your âstrengthâ is keeping you from healing,
itâs not strength.
Itâs a shield.
And you deserve more than survival in disguise.
đȘ Reflection Box:
I thought my coping skills were helping me heal.
But they were helping me avoid.
Avoid connection.
Avoid truth.
Avoid myself.
Now Iâm learning that
being âfineâ is overrated.
And being real is revolutionary.
đ€ I called it work. I called it driveâ
But really, it was just survive.
They praised my grit, my smile, my sparkâ
But never asked about the dark.
Now I donât hustle just to numbâ
Or fake okay when pain will come.
I ditched the lies, let stillness growâ
And in that quiet⊠I finally know.
