Thank you.

 It took me a long time to realize that figuring out who I am doesn’t always mean having all the answers. Sometimes, it means learning what doesn’t feel right. What doesn’t fit. What drains me. What I no longer want to carry.


I’m not someone who pretends to be okay when I’m not. I’ve always worn my heart on my sleeve. Some call it bravery, some call it “attention seeking.” I don't know what to call it, maybe it’s just honesty. Maybe it’s the only way I know how to cope, is speak; when I’ve felt so small, so unseen for so long, including by loved ones. 


I don't find comfort in blending in anymore. I’ve tried, and it left me feeling invisible, and exhausted.

I won’t be fifteen versions of myself for different people just to be accepted.


I used to think being liked meant being everything for everyone. I wanted to be everyone’s cup of tea. How silly is that? 


Now I know that being myself means saying no, setting boundaries. It means making room for the things( and people) that bring out the best of me, and releasing the things that steal my peace.


The world might keep trying to define me by what I should be. But I’m getting better at defining myself by what I won’t be. And I will never apologize for being “too much” again. 


I like taking up space, and I like being loud about the things I’m passionate about. And I’m not going to apologize for that. 


I will however, say THANK YOU. For those of you that SEE me. Thank you for sticking with me on this wild journey I’ve been on, and thanks to those of you that chose to hop on board. 💚


I don't know what the future holds, but for the first time EVER I don’t feel like I’m alone. 

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