As I look into this next chapter of my life, I keep coming back to the same phrase: No Filler. The more I think about it, the more I realize this chapter isn't just about music. It isn't just about albums. It isn't just about projects. It's about life. It's about understanding that there is only so much energy, attention, focus, and drive that one person can have at a given time. And if you spread yourself too thin, you end up creating filler. You end up creating things that

I'm just sitting on the floor right now, thinking. Sometimes the best realizations don't happen when you're busy. They don't happen when you're rushing from one thing to the next or checking off tasks on a to-do list. Sometimes they happen when you're sitting in silence, exhausted, staring at the ceiling, trying to figure out why you feel so overwhelmed. And I think I finally realized something about my life that makes a whole lot of sense. For most of my life, I've been stac

After I finished my finals back in April, I finally started feeling like my brain could breathe again. It honestly felt like I had survived something. The pressure from classes, assignments, deadlines, projects, expectations, and constantly feeling like I had to prove myself all at once—it was exhausting. But once finals were over, I noticed something important: my mind became quieter. Not perfect. Not peaceful all the time. But quieter. More stable. I finally felt like I cou

Let me take a step back for a second and really process what happened, because I think that’s the only way I can move forward properly. Late February was the turning point. That’s where things started to shift in a way that I didn’t fully understand at the time. I made a decision to reach out to someone that, deep down, I probably shouldn’t have reached out to. Not because they’re a bad person, but because of what that connection represented for me mentally. It wasn’t stable.

I’m about to go into my therapy session today, and I feel awful. At the same time, a strange kind of relief has come over me. It’s like a weight has finally been lifted, but the path that led me to that relief was messy. I made mistakes along the way. I damaged connections with people. I mishandled situations. I tried to be everywhere all at once, except in the one place I actually needed to be. That’s the pattern I’m starting to notice about myself lately. I move fast. I jug

I don’t know. I’m just getting sadder and more depressed, and I can feel it happening in real time. Part of it is because I push people away—but in my mind, I do it for a good reason. I tell myself they were going to push me away first anyway. I’ve been rejected enough times to believe that before anything even starts, it’s already over. There was this one person I felt close to. We had a shared trauma bond, both struggling with our mental health in different ways. I thought

I feel like the truth is— things are going to get worse before they get better . And I have to be prepared for all of that. I have to be...