same old eyes

same old eyes

Sometimes it feels like you’re all aloneAnd the weight of the world is just too much to ownPromise me one thingDon’t you ever let the darkness winSometimes it feels like you’re all alone You will find yourself believingYou will find your reason whyI...
The Price of Silence

The Price of Silence

Some stories are buried beneath designer suits and courtroom whispers. Some wounds don’t bleed, but they break. Quietly. For life. And somewhere… someone is considering absolution for the hands that did the breaking. When that becomes debatable—at dinner tables, in...

Healing Isn’t a Destination — It’s a Daily Return to Self

Healing isn’t linear. It’s not a neat little checklist. It’s messy. Raw. Often confusing. But more than anything, it’s honest. What I’ve come to understand is that healing isn’t about how others see me — it’s about how I see myself. And for a long time, I didn’t...

I Don’t Do Lukewarm. I Don’t Know How

There’s nothing harder for me than pretending. Small talk, surface-level nods, the unspoken agreements to stay light and polite—it feels like I’m suffocating in a space where I’m not allowed to show up fully. I wasn’t built for the lobby. I wasn’t built for polite...