My mind isnโt broken. Itโs overwhelmed. Iโm not lazy, Iโm exhausted from pretending Iโm okay. I donโt recognize myself sometimes. The girl who used to think clearly, create freely, and move with confidenceโฆ she feels distant. But sheโs not gone. Sheโs 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? Itโs okay. The spark isnโt gone, itโs just resting. And when I rise again, Iโll rise loud, clear, and unstoppable. Discipline is coming. Focus is returning. The version of me I see in my dreams? Sheโs real. Sheโs near. Iโm becoming her.
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