I think I need to go offline for a while. Somewhere between blogging, scrolling, creating and constantly thinking about what comes next, I lost track of who I am when nobody’s watching. So I’m logging off a little and trying to find her again.
I think I need to go offline for a while. Somewhere between blogging, scrolling, creating and constantly thinking about what comes next, I lost track of who I am when nobody’s watching. So I’m logging off a little and trying to find her again.
I’ve been realizing lately that I don’t really know who I am anymore—or at least, not like I used to. This post is me trying to untangle that feeling, to figure out what “being myself” even means after losing touch with my spark for so long.
Reflecting on past versions of yourself can be heartbreaking—especially after deep loss. This honest journal-style entry explores grief, identity, therapy, and the quiet courage it takes to keep going when you barely recognize yourself.
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