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 keep asking myself who I’d be without the trauma. Without the loss, the foster homes, the abandonment, the versions of me that had to survive too early. This isn’t a polished answer. It’s me sitting with the question and not looking away.
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