Comparison

From childhood, people around us start comparing us with others, whether it’s about academic marks or something else. As we grow older, we begin comparing ourselves to others. Social media has become a major catalyst for this behavior, significantly impacting mental health.

In our daily lives, we come across countless posts, reels, videos, texts, and statuses showcasing the best moments of our friends, relatives, siblings, colleagues, neighbors, or competitors. However, no one shares their struggles or challenges online.

For example:

Your friend might post about buying an expensive phone with a caption like "My new toy!" But what they won’t share is how they’re losing sleep over EMI payments or cutting back on other expenses to afford it.

This is just one example; there are countless such scenarios we see on social media. While we might control ourselves to some extent, it becomes challenging to explain this to the older generation.

Another example:

Imagine you’re an adult, and all your cousins are getting married one by one. Your parents might pressure you with statements like, "You should also settle down. You’re getting older." But perhaps you have career goals to achieve, and your journey requires more time.

If you must compare, do it with yourself. Reflect on how far you’ve come:

How were you five years ago, and how much better are you today?

Did you improve by even 1% compared to yesterday?

Did you learn something new or work on your health?

True growth comes from self-comparison, not measuring your life against someone else’s highlight reel.

#Comparison #MentalHealth

Do you ever find it difficult to lean into what you are struggling with because you find yourself thinking "I shouldn't feel this way. XYZ person has it worse"? I do. All. The. Time. It's like there's some kind of continuum for suffering and my suffering never makes the cut.

I feel a deep sense of shame for feeling angry, sad, scared, grief, loss, over things that are tumultuous in my own life when I hear that someone else is going through something I deem way worse.

And yet, that completely invalidates our own experiences in life. When did we learn that our struggle doesn't matter? How did we decide that everyone else should come ahead of us?

I'm not saying we shouldn't be empathetic and show compassion for others in their struggles. But we really need to do the same for our own. Acknowledge that something sucks and allow ourselves to feel those feelings.

It's SO HARD though.

Does this resonate with you? If so, how. Share below.

#Trauma #PTSD #CPTSD #Comparison #struggle #suffering

Hi everyone- long time no chat.....

To piggy back off my last post, I accepted the job and have been loving it! So thank you to all for nice words and such. Yall da best 💕

Anyways....*drum roll*...........
Do we ever fully discover our purpose? Who we really are as individuals? Or is life a constant comparison battle? If so, can I say....it fucking blows.
I had my innocence, spirit and soul crushed and taken from me at a very young age and ever since those series of events- I’ve been lost.
For the longest time I was fighting to be the girl I used to be before the mental, emotional and physical abuse, the rape, the bullying and ultimately wanting to end my life so bad I ended up in a psych ward (12/10 don’t recommend btw...) anyways, since then I’ve been struggling to find my purpose or simply answer that annoying question of “who are you?” “Who do you want to be?” Not only for others but mainly myself.
For example: I’m 120% opposite of my S.O. Which everyone will say, “well, opposites attract, ya know?”
While that statement may ring true....for someone who’s lost in their own mind, being and soul...that’s a bloody nightmare. If I’m not comparing myself to what I THINK they want...I’m punishing myself and who I am as a person because I presume I’m not good enough for them but myself, as well.
Now, this is nothing that my S.O. Puts on me in terms of what’s going on mentally- this is my own screwed up thought process.

I get so jumbled up in my own thoughts that I don’t know what I see in the mirror other than a shell of a girl who can’t stand herself. I could pick myself into a million pieces and never be content enough. It’s so exhausting and not worth my time...because I know I’m okay- but my mind and thoughts say otherwise.

I need an off switch for everything.

Anyway, I’m half awake typing out meaningless nonsense. Stay rad everyone ✌🏼 #Depression #Comparison #Anxiety #BipolarDepression #exhaustion