A Knock at the Door

What if there’s nothing wrong with you?

Not in the way you’ve been told, anyway.
What if the heaviness you’ve been carrying isn’t because you’re broken, but because you’ve been lied to about who you’re supposed to be?

It wasn’t one lie. It was a thousand small lies. It was rules about how to live, what to want, what’s “acceptable.” It was in the roles handed to you without asking, and in the masks you’ve worn so long, they feel like skin. Maybe you played along because it felt safer, or easier, or because everyone else seemed fine pretending, so why not you?

And then, in the quiet, there’s that knock.

It’s not loud. It’s the flicker of unease when the screen goes dark.
It’s the 3am stare at the ceiling, wondering if this life even feels like yours.
It’s the part of you that’s tired of performing, that doesn’t care about “acceptable” anymore. It just wants real, even if real is messy.

You can drown it out. Most people do. They fill every gap with work, noise, and endless scrolling, surviving their days while that knock keeps tapping, asking: Is this really it? Is this really you?

So here’s the question only you can answer:

What would your life look like if you stopped numbing and started noticing?
If you noticed what actually matters, not the script, not the expectations, not the distractions.
If you noticed who you are under the masks.
If you noticed the knock and finally opened the door.

It doesn’t start with fixing yourself.
It doesn’t start with becoming someone new.
It starts with the courage to be real especially when it scares you.

You don’t have to be ready, you just need to answer.