Jan 12
The version of me i left behind
Sitting on the bed, wondering if one message could make the difference— to a life where everything is a box to tick, even joy.
A chat with my parents brings clarity: Do things that feel right to you, at your own pace.
And so, I slowed down— one step at a time, learning first to exist, then to survive, where everything is a ritual about today.
Finding satisfaction in smaller things: cooking with my mom, accounts with my dad.
Not counting days by milestones, but by how gently I wake.