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You are Not Lazy…You Are Just Tired of Pretending
The Day I Stopped Pretending
I used to think I was lazy. There have been days when I would drag myself out of bed, stare at my to-do list, and feel the weight of every unchecked box press down on my chest.
But one morning, few years ago, as I sat on the edge of my unmade bed, it hit me- I wasn’t lazy….I was just so, so tired of pretending.
I was done pretending to love a job that drained the color from my life. Then, pretending to laugh at jokes that left my soul numb.
Pretending to be the version of myself others wanted — the verson of myself who never said “no,” who smiled through exhaustion…the one who folded herself into smaller shapes to fit into spaces that were never meant for her.
I realised it wasn’t laziness that kept me frozen, it was the quiet rebellion of my heart that refused to play the pretend game anymore.
I remember the first time I let myself say, “I don’t want to.”
Honestly, it wasn’t dramatic. I didn’t shout it. I whispered it to my reflection in the mirror.
