HappyGoAbby

There’s this quiet pressure that comes with being in your 20s. It doesn’t always come from the people around you, sometimes it’s just the constant scroll. The milestones. The announcements. The highlight reels of everyone else’s lives moving forward in big, visible ways. Promotions. Engagements. Weddings. New homes. Big moves. Big moments. And they are big. They’re beautiful. They deserve to be celebrated. But somewhere along the way, it can start to feel like those are the o

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how nothing in my life has ever really gone wrong. At the time, it definitely felt like it did.Plans didn’t work out.Things fell apart.Opportunities slipped away.People came and went.I questioned decisions I made and wondered if I should’ve taken a different path. But somehow… I always end up exactly where I’m supposed to be. Your 20s, especially the middle to later part, are such a strange in-between. There’s this quiet (and sometimes n

I have always been the one who stays. The one who answers before the phone finishes ringing. The one who listens until the words run out. The one who remembers what hurt you long after everyone else has forgotten. I hold people in their unraveling. I sit with the weight of their stories, their fear, their grief, their becoming. I do not rush healing. I do not ask for tidy endings. I just stay. And I mean it when I say— come to me. I never want the people I love to feel like t