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

There’s a question that’s been sitting in my mind for a while now, and I didn’t fully confront it until yesterday: What do you do when you don’t feel special anymore? I wish I had a simple answer. I wish I could say there’s a formula, a checklist, a guaranteed solution. But the truth is—I don’t really know. What I do have is a thought. And that thought is dangerous, exhausting, and motivating all at the same time: If the world doesn’t think you’re special, why not prove that

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

PART I — Core Philosophy for the Year This year is about intentionality, discipline, and self-preservation . I am no longer living reactively. I am no longer waiting for validation, permission, or rescue. I am choosing to build my life deliberately, even when it’s uncomfortable. I’ve learned that: No one is coming to save me. Support systems are unreliable if I don’t first support myself. Growth requires discomfort, sacrifice, and consistency. I must protect my energy if I wa

THE CALM BEFORE THE CHAOS Everything has calmed down a little bit… but somehow everything is still incredibly hectic. I’m sitting here disappointed in myself, disappointed in the choices I’ve made, and disappointed at how close we are to the end of the year — because the end of the year always brings reflection. And this year? This year has been brutal. This year has been an impact year. Not a slow, gentle, learning experience — but a slap-in-the-face, sink-or-swim, everythin

For real — why did I grow so soft? Yesterday was someone’s birthday. And truthfully, it was never my intention to reach out. I had cut...

I’m getting older, and I keep reflecting on my life. One question that lingers in my mind is: Why does Valentine’s Day even exist?  More...