My Life Uncensored
The Weight The past few days have felt heavy in a quiet way. Not loud. Not dramatic. It’s the kind of weight that sits behind your ribs. It makes your breathing feel a little shallower when the room gets too still. I’ve been carrying something that doesn’t fully make sense. The kind of invisible blame … Read more
The last couple days haven’t been explosive. No breakdowns. No emotional sinkholes. No late-night “what’s the point” spirals chewing through my ribs. Just… steady. We were driving around. No destination. Just roads stretching out under streetlights like they didn’t care where we ended up. Music low. The world outside the windshield moving, indifferent as always. … Read more
I was in bed. Blanket pulled up. Water at my lips. My brain wouldn’t stop. Loops spinning, tightening, asking the same questions I’m sick of answering: why am I always alone? Why can’t I feel light? Why does it always feel like it’s me against everything? I hated it. I hated the ache. I hated … Read more
I woke up and hit play. Suddenly, my bed turned into a concert venue. It became a dance floor and a slightly sketchy performance space. One minute I’m saving the planet with Lil Dicky. The next moment, I’m yelling at imaginary dogs. I start flailing like I just realized I have arms. Then, I’m getting … Read more
I’ve been erasing myself so carefully that sometimes I forget what I used to look like. No big exits, no loud breakdowns, no calls for attention. Just a quiet, methodical folding of my edges, constantly muting the parts of me that feel too much, want too much, and risk being seen. I’ve learned to shrink … Read more