So here I am again, typing into this empty box that could hold so much weight. The internet corner that no one really visits (I can track the traffic fr, mostly the number comes from me lol). Technically, it is public but nobody really knows unless I put it up on my bio or story which I do not want to do that anymore or at the moment. Let's just make this private but not a secret though. Unless you're doing some detective-level research about me, this prolly won't pop up on your Google search. And let's be real, I am probably the only one who actually Google myself like that haha 

After that whole fiasco with work, this year would be about me – reclaiming, redemption and rediscovery. It's been messy but healing too.

You know this blog exists. I'm honestly not sure if I want you to read this or not. Would it even matter anymore? Maybe. Maybe not.

But if, by chance, you are here, please know this is truly not a call to action. I'm not asking you to fix anything. Don’t feel guilty. Don’t… do anything, really. Just know that writing about you here feels like I am talking to you and there’s a strange intimacy in that silence. Can you feel it?

It’s both heartbreaking and kind of beautiful 🥲 I can’t deny that you ignited something in me, giving me a reason to write again. I don’t really have another outlet for all these thoughts and feelings. I don’t mind not having readers. This is for me, for my sanity, for my fulfillment, for the sake of simply expressing myself.