The Feed

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

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

Sometimes I get this sinking feeling that I’m never going to become the person I always thought I was meant to be. People constantly remind me of my value, my potential, the things they see in me. They say I’m capable of so much, that I have this light about me, this heart that was meant to touch people and leave them better than I found them. And I believe that. At least I want to. But lately it feels like the weight of my potential is somehow greater than my ability to reac

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

Nobody talks about the quiet ache of feeling like nothing belongs to you anymore. The slow slipping of fingers from the things you once...

There are really beautiful people in this world. I’m talking the kind of beauty that makes you pause for a second look.The kind that...

I don’t know when I started carrying so much. Not in my hands, but in my chest. Tight—like a thread pulled too far, a silent tension I...