Hello Dearest Community, A Happy new week to you all, So one lie I told myself for years just to stay comfortable was “I’m fine.”
Not fine as in everything was perfect, but fine enough to not complain, fine enough to not ask questions, fine enough to not make changes that would stress me out, I told myself that lie so many times that at some point, I almost believed it.
The truth is, saying “I’m fine” was easier than admitting that I was tired, confused, or stuck, It was easier than saying I wanted more from life, More peace, more stability, more clarity, admitting those things would mean I had to face them, and honestly, I was not ready for that for a long time.
Comfort is a funny thing, It doesn’t always look like happiness, sometimes it looks like routine, you wake up, do the same things, complain a little, laugh a little, and keep moving, nothing is terrible, but nothing is exciting either, and because nothing is on fire, you tell yourself everything is okay.
I stayed in that space for years, I convinced myself that certain situations were manageable, certain people were worth enduring, and certain delays were just “life.” Deep down, I knew some things weren’t working, but I ignored that voice because listening to it would have meant change,and change is scary.
So there were moments when life would give me a small nudge, a missed opportunity, a quiet disappointment, that feeling of watching others move forward while I felt paused, Instead of confronting it, I would tell myself, “It’s fine, another one will come,” or “At least I’m surviving.” see those words became my comfort blanket.
I think the lie started to crack when I began feeling restless for no clear reason, okay I wasn’t unhappy, but I wasn’t fulfilled either, I felt like I was living on autopilot, that was when I realized that being comfortable wasn’t the same as being okay.
Lying to myself helped me survive certain seasons, and I won’t deny that, sometimes you need those lies just to get through the day, but then staying there too long comes at a cost, you delay growth, you delay healing, you delay becoming who you are supposed to be.
So now, I try to be more honest with myself ,see If something is not fine, I say it, if I am tired, I admit it, and If I want better, I allow myself to want it without feeling guilt, you know comfort has its own place, but I have learned that real progress starts when we stop lying to ourselves just to feel safe.
And honestly, that truth, uncomfortable as it is, feels better than pretending ever did.
I am inviting 
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