It is a disorienting question.
So much of my identity has quietly attached itself to being the one who shows up, the one who fixes, and the one who helps. If I am not patching something up for someone, offering advice, c
If nothing changes, where do I honestly see myself in five or ten years?
I keep circling that question like I am walking around a locked door, trying every handle and still not getting in. I picture the same rooms, the s
Sometimes it feels like my life is on rails and I am just a passenger, watching it all go by.
Work, video games, sleepless nights, repeat. I drag myself from one day to the next like I am half awake, half alive. I keep a
After yet another long, drawn-out night, just lying awake and staring at the ceiling, waiting for the chance to finally sleep, I can’t help but wander through all the “what ifs” of my life.
It feels like the darkness act