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Complacency Was Killing Me.
From my teens to my early 20s, I wasn’t good at handling stress.
I was very comfortable in my life because I chose to avoid any minor inconveniences.
If a specific sport or task was too difficult, I wouldn’t try or would just quit.
For school, I chose to just get by with a passing grade.
I was also an easy target to others as a pushover.
I didn’t stand up for myself.
Directionless, aimless, overweight, depressed, and suicidal.
All these things were a result of me not trying.
Of me choosing to embrace comfort.
And too much comfort was killing me mentally and existentially.
Because I didn’t try, when I encountered any stress, any adversity, I would run from it.
This limited my mental grit, my strength, and my overall growth.
I’ve been picking up those pieces for the past 10 years.
I still got that voice telling me I should choose comfort.
Always.
But every time I choose a little bit of discomfort, I get better.
Stronger.
Bolder.
