I'm still trying to understand myself. Some days, I feel everything all at once. Other days, I feel nothing at all. I care deeply-maybe too much-and I hold space in my heart for people who sometimes forget to hold space for me.

I've been told I'm strong, but all I've ever wanted is to be understood. I'm not perfect. I overthink, I distance myself, I crave connection, and I fear it too. I write because it's the only way I know how to make sense of the noise inside me. I don't have all the answers-but I'm learning to listen to my own voice.

Maybe I'm not lost. Maybe I'm just on my way.