I am a collection of things I don’t always know how to explain.
Soft where I’ve been broken. Strong where I had no other choice.
Still learning how to tell the difference.
I’ve loved in ways that changed me, and I’ve lost in ways that stayed with me. I’ve outgrown versions of myself that once felt like home, and I’ve held onto pieces of people longer than I should have.
There are days I feel like I’m healing, and days I feel like I’m right back where I started. Days I feel full of hope, and others where I’m just trying to get through the weight of it all.
This space is where I put those feelings. The ones that don’t fit neatly into conversations. The ones that sit quietly in your chest and don’t ask for attention, but deserve to be seen anyway.
I don’t have it all figured out. I don’t think I’m supposed to.
I’m just learning how to be honest with myself… and calling that enough.