I’m sitting here on my floor, the same spot where I’ve spent years unlearning the versions of myself that didn’t belong to me, and I’m feeling the weight of a loss that feels ridiculous to say out loud, but feels heavy in my chest nonetheless. I lost my Threads account. Actually, I lost the community

As I have joined the gym, I knew I needed to prepare proper meals for myself. That was the obvious next step. But somehow, as always, I kept delaying it. I kept finding small reasons to push it to later. I would tell myself I’ll do it after this, or tomorrow, or when I feel

I was born to a narcissistic mother. Not the trendy label people throw around online. I mean the clinical reality. a woman who competed with her own daughter, who felt threatened by her child’s personality, who rationed warmth as if love had to be earned. She fractured my sense of self so deeply that I