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Battling the Voices of Confusion: My Dilemma with Hate comments

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It’s been exactly 20 days since I wrote my last blog .”THE PSYCHOLOGY OF MONEY’- 15 LIFE CHANGING LESSONS“.Surprisingly, I have 71 drafts pending to be edited. Tadaaaa!!!!

But right now, Honestly, the feeling of touching any of my drafts is overwhelming. It’s like a block of some sort. But the real reason is paranoia, writer’s dilemma and a continuous cycle of hate comments flooding in. It’s like a wave at this point. My highs and lows are a catastrophe.
In the hallowed hours of the night, my writing brain sparks in. The soft glow of the screen illuminates my dim room. And I find myself overwhelmed with words that cut deeper than any paper wound.Emails once promised connection, now bring hate.

Writing, once a sanctuary for me, now honestly feels like a battlefield where the wounds are invisible but painfully real.

The hate mail, whispers doubts in the quiet corners of my mind. Each word is a tiny blade, leaving scars that may not show but linger nonetheless. The criticism I once welcomed has morphed into a relentless assault.I am scared of what may appear in my inbox. Nights feel heavy with such words, but quitting now is not an option.

Spam comments, like ghosts of genuine engagement, haunt the spaces where my connections used to thrive. Amid the algorithmic noise and automated gibberish, I miss the the authentic exchanges which are now buried.

It has been a lonely journey for me to go through the artificial interactions and search for genuine connections that once fueled my passion for sharing stories. The comments section, which was once a source of warmth and community, now feels like a barren and desolate place. I yearn for real connections, yet the silence is all I get, and filtering and deleting it feels like a chore that I don’t want to do.

I want to explore new realms of book reviews that delve into the heart of literature because I tend to read a lot . I want to suggest book recommendations with you all too. I want to write about murder case files that unravel the mysteries of human darkness because I have always been interested in human phycology and murder mysteries. Yet, fear holds me hostage like a vice.

Will my departure from the familiar be met with acceptance, or will I be sabotaged? A lone wanderer in uncharted literary territory? The uncertainty keeps knocking at my overthinking brain, overshadowing the excitement that should accompany the pursuit of passion.

And then there’s poetry my favorite genre, a form of expression that once flowed freely from the recesses of my heart. Now, the verses are stifled, caught in the crossfire of expectations and the fear of being scrutinized. The desire to write becomes entangled with the pressure to conform. I find myself hesitating, questioning whether the words I long to share will be met with acceptance or met with indifference. That scares me.

Amid this struggle, the dream of authentic book reviews and the fascination with murder case files flicker like distant stars. The desire to immerse myself in the written word and explore the depths of human experience remains, but the path is fraught with uncertainty. Will the world embrace my authenticity, or will it demand a conformity that threatens to extinguish the flame that burns within?

In these moments of vulnerability, I realize that the emotional toll of online writing runs deep. It’s not just about crafting sentences and paragraphs; it’s about navigating a labyrinth of emotions, where the highs of creative expression are accompanied by the lows of doubt and fear.However, despite the threatening shadows that envelop me, I refuse to let the flicker of passion be extinguished.d.

In the quiet hours, when the weight of words becomes too much to bear, I hold on to the belief that writing is not just about the clairaudiences about the journey, the process of unveiling the layers of my soul through words. The struggle is real, the wounds are raw, but within the vulnerability lies the strength to persevere. For every hateful echo, there is a whisper of resilience, and in that delicate balance, I find the courage to continue navigating the labyrinth, hoping that, in time, the echoes of love and understanding will drown out the cacophony of hate.

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Am I A Loser: My Journey Feeling lost

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Hey there, it’s me, just an average person with an overwhelming sense of brokenness and loss. I have been a mess lately. Have you ever felt like holding you so tightly that you feel suffocated ????Have you ever seen as a Loser

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Loser Lost in chaos

Today, I want to rant about my journey through this emotional whirlwind, and the nagging question that keeps me up at night: “Am I a loser?”” Why do I feel so lost “

**The Privilege Paradox: Feeling Too Damn Lucky**

I’ll admit it; I am privileged in many ways. I had access to a good education, a supportive family, and a relatively comfy life. But here’s the thing – privilege doesn’t spare you from the inner battles. It doesn’t protect you from the constant feeling that you’re falling short.

You see when I think about privilege, I can’t help but wrestle with a paradox. I’ve grown up with advantages that many others don’t have. I never had to worry about where my next meal would come from, and I had access to quality education. I had a safety net of loving parents who were always there for me. On paper, I was incredibly fortunate.

But sometimes, that very privilege can lead to feelings of guilt and confusion. You start to wonder, “Why am I feeling this way when I have so much going for me?” It’s a strange and challenging feeling when you realize that your privileges, which should make you feel secure, end up making you question your worth.

**From Top of the Class to Rock Bottom**

Once upon a time, I was that student who aced exams, the one everyone thought was going to conquer the world. I consistently topped my class, received accolades and praise, and I had a clear path ahead of me. I was ambitious and had high hopes for my future.

But somewhere along the way, I lost my sense of purpose. The world started to blur, and my goals felt like distant stars. It’s strange how the same person who was once at the top can feel like they’re at the bottom. It’s like life took a wild turn, and I wasn’t ready for it.

The transition from a high-achieving student to feeling like a complete underachiever can be emotionally overwhelming. I constantly question what went wrong. I reminisce about the times when I was on top of the world and wonder how I ended up here, in this state of self-doubt and uncertainty.

And that’s where I am at! In the cycle of what ifs and what could have been !!

**Dreams vs. Reality: It’s Scary AF**

We all have this picture-perfect life in our minds, right? I sure did. The problem is when reality doesn’t match our dream world, it’s a scary place to be. I’m terrified that I might never get to live the life I envisioned, and that’s a heavy weight to carry.

I had a vision of how my life would unfold. I thought I’d have a successful career and financial stability. But life has a funny way of throwing curveballs at you. Maybe it was the job I didn’t get, the relationship that didn’t work out, or the unexpected health issues. Suddenly, I found myself far from the picture-perfect life I had painted in my mind.

This disparity between my dreams and reality can be paralyzing. It’s not just scary; it’s downright petrifying. I often wonder if I am doomed to fall short of the grand expectations I have set for myself. It’s a constant struggle to reconcile my dreams with the way life is actually unfolding.

**The Fear of Being a Loser: It’s a Real Struggle**

The fear of being a loser haunts me. It’s this constant, gnawing sensation that I’m somehow failing at life. I guess it’s natural to want to be successful, to feel validated. But let’s be real – your worth isn’t determined by what you’ve achieved. It’s not about being on top; it’s about the journey. This is the thought that keeps me sane now.

We live in a world that places a tremendous emphasis on success and achievement. Whether it’s the pressure to have a high-paying job, a beautiful home, a loving family, or a long list of accomplishments, the fear of not measuring up to these societal standards can be debilitating.

The fear of being a loser can creep in when we compare ourselves to others who seem to have it all together. Social media doesn’t help either; it’s a highlight reel of people’s best moments. When I scroll through those perfectly curated lives, I can’t help but feel like I am falling short. It’s easy to forget that everyone faces struggles and challenges, even if they don’t share them on Instagram. That there’s a difference between reel and real life.


Somewhere along the line, on the good days, I believe that my worth isn’t determined by my job title, my relationship status, or the number of likes on my social media posts. I am probably not defined by my accomplishments or lack thereof. My worth comes from within, from the values I hold, the love I give, and the resilience I show in the face of adversity.

**Finding My Way in the Darkness**

I’m in a dark place right now. Feeling lost, feeling broken – it’s hard to put into words. But I’ve decided it’s okay to be here. It’s okay to be not okay, reach out to friends. My privilege can be my strength – it can help me bounce back.

Ultimately, I want to tell myself and anyone else who’s been in my shoes that you’re not a loser. You’re a human being with the power to find your way through the mess, redefine your goals, and make your life meaningful. It’s okay to feel lost, but what you do with that feeling matters. Let’s take one step at a time on this emotional rollercoaster of a journey we call life.

I’m still navigating this journey but determined to find my way. I know it won’t be easy, but I’m ready to embrace the uncertainty and learn from it. If you’re feeling lost and like a loser too, know that you’re not alone. It’s okay to be vulnerable, to ask for help, and to take one small step at a time. We’re all in this together, trying to make sense of our unique and complex journeys. And remember, you are not a loser – you’re a fighter, a survivor, and you have the potential to overcome your doubts and fears.

Yeah this is me from a past couple of weeks !!!

I think thats why I wanted this blog to do really well because somewhere I wanted to feel I was good at something !!!

I m getting there I guess but I m okay honestly!!!

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“Actions”

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In the domain of life’s exalted dreams, where aspirations take flight,
Actions emanate, splashing shades both ruinous and bright.
They speak louder than words, weaving stories untold.
Mighty soldiers, moldable destinies, courageous and bold.

With that effort, the labourer finds his way.
Building Rome, brick by brick, day by day
Each stroke is a sacrament of perseverance’s might.
Transforming perceptions into realities, shining bright

Through actions, artists dance with a dreamy embrace.
Fashioning masterpieces and breathing life into space.
A brush’s stroke, a poet’s verse, melodies that soar,
In each formulation, a sighting of the conscience’s deepest core

A helping hand was extended, a blessing bestowed,
Actions of empathy are the seeds of humanity they sow.
Mending trauma, patching hearts, tranquillizing faith,
These kinetics configure a universe where hope finds its phantom.

But actions, like a double-edged sword, can sway
Their cause and effect are beyond words.
In flashes of anger, decisions made in haste,
Can leave aisles of regret in their vindictive chase.

In words unspoken, in deeds left undone,
Lies the substance of inaction; probabilities are gone.
For time waits for no one; it tick-tocks ceaselessly.
Moments slip through fingers like sand from the sea.

So let us pace with purpose, guided by light.
Let sublime actions be our compass, shining bright.
For in this colossal tapestry of life’s design,
Our actions engrave the legacy we leave behind.

May our evolution be galvanised by compassion’s grace.
May our actions embolden us in every time and space.
For, in the end, it’s through actions that we define,
The essence of our being, our purpose, our sign.

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