When does the heaviness I inherited finally become portable? Why does it feel safer to perform for the world than to simply exist? What parts of my truth am I still protecting, and what will it cost me to keep silent? How do I stop trying to fix everything and just be okay with the beautiful, absolute mess? If I don't have all the answers, can I still trust myself to lead?

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If you’re holding these questions—or others like them — you are not alone.

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​​This is where I reflect out loud.

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This is a space where I share my thoughts out loud—the confusing, the shadowy, the broken parts of the journey that don’t have aesthetic explanations.

I'm not here to offer answers; I'm here to offer presence.

I’m just as confused as you are—I’m simply not afraid to be lost out loud.

 

​If you’re ready to lean into your truth, whatever shape it takes, and sit with the messy process of evolution, this is for you.