10/14/2026
I think one of the loneliest realizations is that nobody will ever know every version of you that existed just to get you here. All the things you survived in silence, the dreams you gave up, the times you started over.
One of the saddest parts of feeling unseen is how easily you can start doing it to yourself. You stop sharing the strange intrusive thoughts, the little discoveries about something totally random, or any of the things that make you light up, until you barely recognize how much of yourself you no longer share with anyone.
I’m learning to give those parts of me room again, even when nobody else quite understands them and to give myself the understanding I’d spent so many years hoping to find in someone else. 🤍
Something that makes me excited is the fact I took this photo of the stars tonight. It never gets old. 💫