Mansoor khan
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Running My Own Race
I used to think I was behind in life. It didn’t matter what I had achieved, how far I’d come, or how many personal milestones I had quietly reached—there was always someone doing more, getting there faster, or doing it better. Social media made it worse. I’d scroll through images of friends traveling the world, launching businesses, getting engaged, buying homes, and chasing dreams I hadn’t even dared to speak out loud yet. With every scroll, I felt a quiet sting of inadequacy.
By Mansoor khan8 months ago in Confessions
The Day I Chose Myself
There comes a moment in life when you realize that you can no longer continue living the way you’ve been. The weight of expectations, the pressure of always pleasing others, and the exhaustion of constantly putting others’ needs before your own become too heavy to carry. For years, I lived for everyone but myself, trying to be what others wanted me to be. But one day, it all changed.
By Mansoor khan8 months ago in Motivation
I Told My Secret and Lost Everyone—But I Found Myself
I had always been the type to keep things hidden. The smallest pieces of my life, the most intimate parts of me, I kept locked away behind walls I had built over the years. It wasn’t because I didn’t trust people—I did. It was because I feared judgment, rejection, and the inevitable fallout from sharing the things I had buried deep inside.
By Mansoor khan8 months ago in Confessions
The Silence Between Us
There was a time when silence didn’t scare me. It wasn’t always awkward or uncomfortable—it was simply a space where we could just be, without needing to fill the air with words. But over time, the silence between us changed. It grew thick, heavy, and unwelcoming. It wasn’t the quiet that allowed us to connect; it became a wall we couldn’t break down.
By Mansoor khan8 months ago in Confessions
How I Learned to Love Myself After Being Broken
I used to believe that being broken made me unworthy — unworthy of love, of peace, of being understood. I wore my pain like an invisible scar, hiding behind laughter and busy days, afraid that if anyone looked too closely, they’d see the mess inside me.
By Mansoor khan8 months ago in Motivation
