HappyGoAbby

There is a strange kind of grief that comes with realizing you don't recognize yourself anymore. Not because something terrible happened. Not because there was some dramatic before and after. Sometimes you just wake up one day and realize the things that used to excite you don't anymore. Your routines have changed. Your priorities have shifted. The places that once felt like home feel a little different. Even your dreams don't fit quite the way they used to. And if you're any

Nobody warned me that when my frontal lobe finally developed, it would come with a pit in my stomach. I thought adulthood would arrive with confidence. Maybe clearer skin. Better decisions. Definitely more certainty. Instead, it showed up quietly one day and whispered, "What are you doing with your life?" Now that whisper visits me more often than I' d like. Sometimes it's so loud it steals the air from my lungs. Sometimes it arrives as tears that form before I've even figure

There is a strange kind of grief that comes with realizing you don't recognize yourself anymore. Not because something terrible happened. Not because there was some dramatic before and after. Sometimes you just wake up one day and realize the things that used to excite you don't anymore. Your routines have changed. Your priorities have shifted. The places that once felt like home feel a little different. Even your dreams don't fit quite the way they used to. And if you're any