Not Anonymous. Just Honest.
Everyone has that one chapter in life they keep revisiting—not because it was perfect, but because it left a permanent fingerprint on who they became. This is mine.
This is my confession.
CORPORATE STRESS
Back when I was immersed in the world of web development, I used to think that building complex systems would be the hardest part. I was wrong.
The real challenge wasn’t in writing thousands of lines of code. It was balancing deadlines with dignity, expectations with energy, and success with sanity.
The long hours weren’t just physically exhausting—they quietly eroded my peace of mind.
What struck me wasn’t the workload, but how easily the stress disguised itself as success. You’re celebrated for replying to messages at midnight, for pushing one more commit, for skipping meals to meet a sprint. You get called “driven” when you’re actually just drained.
This isn’t a rant.
It’s a reckoning.
I’ve struggled. I still do.
But putting it into words? That’s how I reclaim control in a culture that romanticizes burnout and calls it ambition.
ME, THE SCREEN & MENTAL HEALTH
The screen—my gateway to creating, connecting, and building—became both a haven and a hazard.
There’s something haunting about how the very thing you love starts to chip away at your mental clarity. The dopamine rush of a ping, the silent pressure to always be available, the guilt of ignoring messages just to breathe—it all started blurring the line between presence and performance.
I had to pull myself back.
Now, I consciously unplug. I schedule screen detox hours like they’re doctor’s appointments. I create space for long walks, real eye contact, and conversations that don’t need emojis.
It’s not about quitting the screen.
It’s about redefining my relationship with it.
HOW I SEE THE EDUCATION SYSTEM
This one hurts a little deeper.
As a kid who genuinely loved learning, I wanted the education system to nurture curiosity. Instead, it often handed me boxes and said, “Fit in.”
Grades mattered more than growth. Rote learning trumped reflection. We competed for marks more than we collaborated for meaning.
But even in the cracks, there was light.
Mentors who taught from the heart, not the syllabus. Friends who reminded me that questioning the system is its own kind of education.
I learned to carve my path—not through the system, but around it. And if you’re still stuck in it, let me say this: it’s okay to not have it all figured out. Understanding yourself matters more than understanding everything else.
THE CLOSING TRUTH
This isn’t a tell-all. It’s a tell-true.
I’m not here to romanticize the struggle or dramatize the healing. I’m just here to say it out loud—because silence doesn’t make the weight any lighter.
If any part of this feels like your story too, then let that be enough to remind you:
You’re not alone.
Your quiet battles are valid.
And your voice—however shaky—still matters.We often wait for big wins to validate our pain.
But sometimes, it’s the smallest, most honest confessions that bring the deepest connection.
And that, for me, is reason enough to keep going.