Where Are You Running To?

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Hey, it’s me again. 

Oversharing on the internet so you don’t feel alone in your chaos.


When did you become Usain Bolt?

You’ve secretly turned into an emotional sprinter. The second something starts feeling deep or serious, you lace up your imaginary running shoes and vanish.

And I get it. Life has dealt you heartbreaks, disappointments, betrayals, and random incidents that left dents on you. So now you guard yourself like a bouncer - nobody gets in no matter who they are. You call it “protecting your peace” but half the time it’s just fear in disguise. The fear of being seen, fear of being hurt again, fear that this will end like that other thing did.

You probably don’t even notice how fast you run. That relationship? The moment there’s a disagreement, you’re already rehearsing your dramatic exit speech in the shower, when all it might actually need is one honest conversation (and maybe one deep breath) to work through it. (Lie that you’ve not done this before. Well, I have) 

That friendship you adore now? It only became this beautiful because you finally said, “Hey, that thing you did really hurt me.” It was a bit awkward, uncomfortable, and you half-expected them to get defensive or ghost you. But somehow, that talk made you closer than ever.

That job that’s quietly becoming a real career? It has been stretching you in ways you didn’t like at first. It asked you to grow, to show up, to stop doubting yourself every five minutes. You almost quit because growth can sometimes feel suspiciously like failure.

Even with your parents too. Do you remember how your relationship with them used to feel like strict boarding school rules and cold silence? Now you talk. Real conversations. It’s weird (I know because I’ve been in this phase for some time now) sometimes tense, but it’s how you finally became friends and not just child and parents. Imagine my surprise when I finally got to the point where I could comfortably speak to my mom about my dating life, after years of telling me to stay away from it. Now, she even knows when I’m out with my partner and tells me to have fun. (Responsibly, of course)

The thing is, you guard yourself so tightly now. Maybe because of old wounds, or maybe because internet therapists told you to “cut anyone off at the first red flag.” But not everything is a red flag. Some things are just… hard. And the good stuff, the really good stuff, usually lives right on the other side of uncomfortable.

And honestly? I’ve never been the type to love halfway. I’ve never been ashamed of how deeply I care. In friendships, relationships or anything at all. Sometimes I hope life doesn’t break me so badly one day that I become one of those “I don’t need anybody, nobody can hurt me” people. Because that’s not me. The kind of person I am loves wholeheartedly, even when it’s scary. I always say this thing - “If I love you, you WILL know”. I wear my heart on my sleeve, but with common sense alongside lol.

So maybe don’t run just because it’s getting real. You own your mind and your emotions, they’ll bend to your will, not the other way around. Sometimes the real parts are where the good things finally begin. You can’t build something while running away from it. 


P.S. Don’t confuse “being patient” with “being punished.” If something gives you constant, long-term unrest, it’s not your hill to die on. The right kind of hard won’t leave you sleepless every night.

And before you say it, no. It was NOT Wamide that told you to fight for something that’s clearly about to take your life😂

Toodles💕

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