Lately, I’ve been thinking about how easy it is to convince yourself that you’re asking for too much. Not because you actually are, but because you’ve spent enough time around people who make your dreams sound impossible. I’ve done this to myself more times than I’d like to admit. I’ll get excited about an idea,… Continue reading In the Wrong Spaces, Your Dreams Will Be Called Unrealistic
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25
25 years without you.A lifetime with you in me. Somehow, both are true at the same time. There are days when 25 years feels impossible—like I’ve lived more of my life without youthan I ever got to with you. A whole childhood.A whole becoming.Versions of me you never got to meet. And I think about… Continue reading 25
Crawled Out of a Dark Space That Could Have Easily Taken Me Alive
There was a time when I didn’t realize how close I was to disappearing while still breathing. On the outside, life kept moving. Days passed. Responsibilities stacked. I showed up where I had to. But internally, something had gone quiet. Heavy. Directionless. I was surviving, not living and even that felt like work. I didn’t… Continue reading Crawled Out of a Dark Space That Could Have Easily Taken Me Alive
Behind the Mask
Tearless cries and silent screams Bleed through cracked walls of her mind, Invisible wounds that never clot, A haunting without a ghost— Just the echo of a soul unraveling. Voiceless acts of depression Carved into her days like scars in stone, She starves for meaning, Chokes on routine, Drinks poison disguised as normalcy. Acts that… Continue reading Behind the Mask