Last few months I have been so busy… letting so many things go. Just endings. Like an endless onion I feel. Letting go of all the layers. Letting relationships end. People come and go. Just to let them come and go again, and again, and again and again…. Letting identities end. Letting expectations end. Letting old versions of myself end. So much letting go…that I almost forgot there is another movement happening at the same time. Recognition. … And just this weekend, as I was

For the past month or so, I’ve been dissolving. Not metaphorically — but actually dissolving. Into tears. Into fear. Into confusion. Into nothingness. For days I kept wondering: When did this even start? What was the trigger? How did I get here? And the truth is… it didn’t begin at a single point. It wasn’t one moment. It was a slow-motion unraveling that I didn’t notice until the whole structure started collapsing. It felt like living in a house that kept breaking piece

I don’t know what’s happening to me. I don’t know what this feeling is. I don’t know why everything in me is trembling and reaching and pulling away at the same time. And maybe… yes…maybe I have regressed. Maybe I’ve become a child again, with all my wounds open, bleeding through my ribs. Because when I’m with him, something ancient wakes up in me. Something terrified. Something hopeful. Something starving. And I hate it! I hate that I feel so much. I hate that I’m this raw,

Give yourself to the lake ... he says

I have no idea.....

I think… I will be afraid. …and maybe… that will be the first time I’m truly afraid to love. Why? Maybe because I’ve loved enough times —...

I’m not crazy. I’m not “too much.” I’m a human being with a heart that feels deeply. When my chest knots, when silence burns like rejection, when indifference feels unbearable — this is not weakness. It is the echo of an old wound. The little girl who was hidden away, the teenager who felt invisible, the young woman who was judged for being herself — she still lives within me, and she still trembles when she feels unseen. But here is my truth: I see her now. I name what she

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This bellow, its the most vulnerable, raw thing that I have ever posted. Im not gonna edit it... or fix it... Im just gonna post it...

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