Nobody's Coming to Save You — And That's Okay

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 enough, or even because things are unfair. It’s because I’ve hit that hard truth that adulthood delivers without warning:

Nobody is coming to save you.

You're on Your Own — and You Have to Be

That’s not bitterness. That’s reality. No one’s going to pick you up when you’re down, make your decisions for you, or carry the weight that’s crushing your shoulders. And even if they offer advice, even if they mean well — that doesn’t mean they’re going to help you.

This year forced me to sit in the driver’s seat of my life with no GPS. Trying to figure out whether to go back to school. Trying to decide if the FE exam is worth the mental toll. Trying to understand if now is the right time to release an album or not. It’s all been on me.

No one filled out the school application for me. No one is studying with me for the FE. No one’s in the studio helping me make beats or master tracks. It’s been solo missions — one after the other.

The Myth of Support Systems

I had a meeting last Friday where someone said, “Find your support system.” And they painted this picture of financial advisors, mentors, guidance counselors, trusted friends.

Sounds nice in theory.

But in practice? That’s not my story. I thought maybe, just maybe, I could rekindle some old friendships and try to build that support. But those people were cut off for a reason. Revisiting them doesn’t bring healing — it brings confusion. They moved on. And I should too.

People think support systems are essential. I’ve decided they’re optional.

I don’t want to depend on someone else’s emotional availability or schedule to feel like I matter. I don’t want to be crushed when they ghost me, flake on me, or show me that I’m not their priority. I don’t want to be disappointed anymore.

No Companions. No Crutches. Just Me.

Let me say this plainly: I don’t need a companion. I don’t need a “ride or die.” I don’t need someone to sit on the phone and tell me what to do. I need me.

At this point in my life — and maybe for the rest of it — it’s grind time. It's about what I can do, what I can build, what I can push through. And if that means going it alone? So be it.

It’s not easy. I’m struggling. But I’m not giving up.

I don’t expect my family to carry me. I don’t expect old friends to come back and be my saviors. I’m done expecting anything from anyone. I’ve got to be the one who shows up — for myself.

If You’re Reading This…

If you’re in the same space, wondering why no one’s checking on you or why you feel like the only one without a tribe — let me tell you something:

You’re not broken. You’re just growing.

And sometimes growth is a lonely road.

But the version of you that survives this — the one that builds themselves up without handouts — is going to be unshakable.

You’ll be the one people come to later and ask, “How did you do it?”

And you’ll smile and say, “Because no one came to save me… so I saved myself.”