Where I Went (and Why I’m Back)

I disappeared for a while.

Not because I stopped caring, but because I let my mind get the best of me.

I got in my head about how I was coming across - if I sounded like I was complaining, oversharing, or being too much. I second-guessed every word. I convinced myself that maybe being quiet was safer than being misunderstood.

But honestly, being quiet didn’t feel good.

Part of why I disappeared too is because life got heavy. And when things get heavy, I have this instinct to turn inward - to try to carry it all alone, to sort through it in silence. It’s something I’ve always done, maybe out of protection, maybe out of habit. But I’m learning that I don’t have to face everything by myself. That opening up, even when it’s hard, can be its own kind of healing.

I started this page because I wanted to create the kind of space I always needed when I was younger - a place where someone could come and feel seen, less alone, and a little bit understood. For so long, I was the one searching the internet late at night, hoping to find anyone who made me feel less invisible.

I still believe in that.

These last few months, I’ve had so many moments where I thought, “I want to write about this.” I’ve felt this pull to come back - to share, to connect, to keep building the safe space I promised myself and you.

So here I am, trying again.

Reclaiming my story.

Finding my voice, even when it shakes.

It’s scary - but it also feels necessary. This space, this honesty, this act of showing up… it’s a part of my healing. And if my words reach even one person who feels alone, then it’s all worth it.

I’m here. I’m still learning, still healing, still figuring it out - and I’m so glad to be doing it here again.

Thank you for being here 💕