Daily Doses of Disquiet

Sometimes, I wish I had been born into a different circle. People who would’ve lifted me up, supported me, offered better advice—or simply stood by me.

Well, the “stood by me” part is still happening. What really grates on me is the constant mismatch of expectations. It’s exhausting to navigate, day after day.

The way people casually dismiss my agency drains me. Juggling housework, a full-time remote job, a growing toddler, and aging parents—it’s a lot. Too much, sometimes.

I get furiou...