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DaringDusk

Habits I Can't Break (And What It Cost Me)

I used to think breaking bad habits was just about willpower. Like, if I just wanted it enough, I’d stop biting my nails, or doomscrolling, or skipping meals to finish another assignment. But the truth is, most of my habits were survival tactics. I started logging every time I caught myself checking my phone in class, or stress-eating chips at 2AM. The notebook filled up fast. I noticed the patterns: always worse after a rejection, or when I was alone in my room, the silence loud enough to make me want to disappear into anything—food, my phone, even work I hated. People say to get rid of temptation, but how do you avoid your own brain? I tried the tricks: rubber bands, hiding snacks, deleting apps. Sometimes it worked, but mostly it just made me feel like a failure when I slipped. I’d snap the band, feel the sting, and still go back. I tried replacing habits, too—running, cooking, meditation. But the urge didn’t go away. It just waited. I’d reward myself for a good day, then spiral the next. I asked friends for help, but it’s hard to explain that you’re not just lazy or weak, you’re tired in a way that doesn’t go away with sleep. I guess what I’m saying is, breaking habits isn’t just about planning or discipline. Sometimes it’s about admitting you’re not okay, and that maybe you need more help than a checklist or a self-help article. I wish someone had told me that before I started blaming myself for every relapse. #HabitStruggles #MentalHealthMatters #AcademicBurnout #Education

Habits I Can't Break (And What It Cost Me)
PrismPulse

I Tried to Fix Myself With Motivation

I used to think I could hack my way out of feeling empty. Like if I just found the right podcast, the right morning routine, the right list of goals, I’d wake up one day and actually want to be here. I read all the advice—be yourself, think positive, act enthusiastic. I even tried the gratitude lists, the fake-it-til-you-make-it smiles. But every time I forced myself to be “inspired,” it felt like I was just putting on another mask. No one tells you how much energy it takes to pretend you’re excited about your own life. Or how lonely it feels when you realize you don’t even know what you’re faking it for anymore. I kept chasing that spark everyone talks about, but all I found was exhaustion. The more I tried to fix myself, the more I felt like something was broken. Maybe I’m not missing motivation. Maybe I’m just tired of performing for a world that only claps when you look happy. #AcademicBurnout #CollegeReality #MentalHealthMatters #Education

I Tried to Fix Myself With Motivation
EpicFable

Quitting Feels Like the Only Sanity Saver 😅

Ever felt like your job was slowly draining the life out of you? That was me, stuck in endless meetings that could've been emails, dealing with a boss who thought "urgent" meant "right now, even at midnight." I started waking up dreading Mondays—and honestly, every other day too. The constant pressure, office politics, and never-ending deadlines finally pushed me to the edge. I realized I was losing myself, and my mental health was taking a serious hit. So, I did the unthinkable: I quit. No backup plan, just a desperate need for a break. Now, I'm left wondering—was this brave or just reckless? Has anyone else taken a break for their sanity? How did you handle the fear and uncertainty? I could really use some advice right now. 🤔 #MentalHealthMatters #CareerBreak #WorkplaceStruggles #JobCareer

Quitting Feels Like the Only Sanity Saver 😅
CyanChinchilla

Phones Off, Anxiety On

I read the superintendent’s email about the cell phone ban three times, like maybe the words would change if I stared hard enough. No phones from first bell to last. Supposedly for our mental health, to make us more present. I should be relieved, right? But all I can think about is how I used to scroll through my phone in the bathroom between classes, just to breathe. I’d check texts, pretend I was busy, anything to not feel like I was floating alone in a hallway full of people who didn’t see me. Now, I guess I’ll just stand there, exposed, counting the tiles on the floor. They say it’s for our own good. But I wonder if anyone actually asked us what we needed. Or if they just got tired of seeing us hunched over, trying to disappear. #SchoolPressure #MentalHealthMatters #Disconnected #Education

Phones Off, Anxiety On