My mind isn’t broken. It’s overwhelmed. I’m not lazy, I’m exhausted from pretending I’m okay. I don’t recognize myself sometimes. The girl who used to think clearly, create freely, and move with confidence… she feels distant. But she’s not gone. She’s buried under noise. Notifications. Opinions. Expectations. Distractions. The world feels loud, the mind feels cluttered, but deep down, I still believe in me. Not creating? It’s okay. The spark isn’t gone, it’s just resting. And when I rise again, I’ll rise loud, clear, and unstoppable. Discipline is coming. Focus is returning. The version of me I see in my dreams? She’s real. She’s near. I’m becoming her.
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