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.

This morning started a little differently than usual. I woke up later than I normally do, and by the time I got up, my dad had already left for work. Most mornings I’m the one who takes him, so it felt strange realizing he had already gone. For a moment I wondered if I should feel guilty about that, but honestly I was exhausted. The last couple of weeks have been overwhelming, and my body is clearly still trying to recover from all of it. Still, the day doesn’t stop just beca

I’ve always lived with a quiet but persistent fear: the feeling of being overexposed. To me, overexposure isn’t just about being visible. It’s deeper than that. It’s the feeling that people know too much about you—your thoughts, your next moves, your vulnerabilities, your private life. It’s the sense that nothing is truly yours anymore. No privacy. No mystery. No control. When you’re overexposed, it feels like your identity is no longer in your hands. It feels like other peop

It’s the day after Thanksgiving, and instead of feeling full, warm, and peaceful, I’m sitting here realizing just how much of a mess I’ve made. Not just a literal mess — though that happened, and I’m not even getting into that — but an emotional, spiritual, and personal one. A mess that’s been building all year and finally hit me today. In the last few days, I’ve opened myself up more publicly than I ever have. I’ve told the entire world how I really feel about relationships,

It’s the start of a brand-new month, and while the world around me is still moving, I’m in the trenches. Deep. Emotionally, mentally, physically. But I’ve been here before—and every time I feel the weight, I remind myself: I have a plan . This blog is my honest check-in, and if you’re reading this, you’re getting the raw me. No filters. 💿 A Vision for My Music Career — Even in the Chaos I’ve made it clear in previous posts that one of my top goals is to get my music career o

Introduction: The Weight I Carry This year hasn't been kind to me. But honestly, I don’t think I expected it to be. What I did expect, though, was to make a choice and follow through — to either pursue school or dive straight into the workforce. That was the plan: be decisive, intentional, and take charge of my life. But if life has taught me anything, it's that plans rarely go as expected — especially when you're tired. And this year, I’ve been tired in a way that runs deepe

The Season of Overexposure Let’s just start here: I’m no longer afraid of being overexposed. Earlier this year, I used to panic at the idea of someone seeing my screen, reading my unfinished lyrics, scrolling through my folders filled with personal ideas and fragments of myself. But now? I’ve accepted that exposure is inevitable—especially if you want to do something real in this world. Especially if you want to make art, interact with people, or live a life that means someth

Life is getting more hectic, and I’m finally starting to realize why. It’s not because I’m doing too much, or because I’m not smart...

A lot of hell happened this month— and the month isn’t even over yet.  I’ve been sitting with this question, circling in my mind like a...

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...