Toxic Positivity

Your mom dies. She was your rock. You're devastated.

You show up to work the next morning forcing a smile, but you know it's obvious you're struggling . Your coworker walks up and cracks a joke to get you primed to sell. Sell products you don't believe in.

So much less important than tending to your wounds. But you have to put on a face or your boss will get on your case.

Toxic positivity. The reason we won't be there for each other.

Toxic positivity. The reason so many people feel alone.

Toxic positivity. The reason depression, anxiety, addiction, overdose, and suicide are so prevalent in our world.

We know we should be there. We know we should check in. We know they need us. But we're afraid. Of saying the wrong thing. Of not being positive enough. Of not being perfect.

Toxic positivity.

The reason AI will never take over. It's too logical. It's too cookie-cutter.

I was mad at my son's mom today. I'm so sick of people doing shitty things and getting away with it and everyone else is forced to pick up the pieces. Forgive them? Okay. Understand! Sure. Move on? How am I supposed to do that when I'm raising our son by myself.

"Get over it" they say. "Look on the bright side." "It could be worse."

Yeah, it could be worse. I could be like you, giving half-assed advice that sounds good but does more harm than good.

So glad this world has people like me who have been through massive pain and don't want people to go through the same.

Give me some real positivitiy. Some encouragement. Some hope. A bible verse. Life experience.

Keep your toxic positivity to yourself.