The Journal

This isn’t just a blog. It’s a mirror.
A place where I stop hiding behind “I’m fine.”

Stop trying to be easy to love.
Quiet. Helpful. Nice.
Always available. Always agreeable.
Always… tired.

This journal is where I tell the truth.
The messy kind. The kind I used to keep inside.

I write about the guilt I feel when I say no.
The fear of taking up space.
The habit of putting myself last, then calling it love.

Sometimes it’s a memory.
Sometimes a moment of clarity.
Sometimes just a question I’m still sitting with.

If you’ve ever felt the pressure to be perfect,
to please everyone but yourself
I hope these words feel like a deep breath.

Because I’m learning to choose me.
And maybe, reading this, you will too.

Welcome in.