I Didn’t Plan This. I Needed It.
It started one night after work. The kind of shift that leaves you staring at the ceiling, heart racing for no reason, even though your body is begging for sleep.
I was mentally fried, emotionally hollow, and physically functioning on automatic.
So I did what I hadn’t done in years:
I wrote.
Not a chart. Not a message. Not another to-do list.
I wrote for myself. And I didn’t stop until the sun came up.
Writing Became My Oxygen Mask
There was no plan. Just a keyboard, a few curse words, and the dull ache of being too tired to cry. But somehow, spilling those thoughts made the pressure drop. It was like bleeding just enough ink to stay alive.
I wasn’t trying to be clever. I wasn’t trying to build anything.
I just wanted a place to say the things I couldn’t say at work—the ugly, tender, hilarious truths that live under our scrubs.
That’s when it hit me.
I couldn’t be the only one who needed this.
This Isn’t a Blog. It’s a Breathing Space.
So I created PropofLOL. Not to entertain. Not to trend.
But to give people like us a place to exhale.
This is a space for the night-shift warriors.
The emotionally constipated. The walking exhausted.
The ones who show up, hold it together, and laugh too hard at inappropriate things because it’s either that or snap.
There’s no branding seminar here.
No pastel graphics about “self-care.”
Just stories. Raw ones. Sharp ones. Sometimes bitter.
Always real.
Here, No One Gets Judged for Falling Apart Quietly
We’re building something better than likes and followers.
A community. A messy, brilliant, burned-out collective of people who’ve been holding it in too long.
If you’re here, it’s probably not by accident.
You’ve been through something. You’ve held the weight.
And maybe, just maybe—you’re looking for somewhere to let go of it, even for a second.
This Is My Way of Not Giving Up
I don’t have all the answers.
I still spiral sometimes.
I still hate morning people.
But I know this:
Words saved me.
And I think they might save someone else too.
If this place feels like something you needed—stay.
Breathe. Write. Laugh if you can. Cry if you must.
—The Night Shifter Behind PropofLOL
