✨Self reflective bits✨

2025 has been a haze—like waking up mid-dream and not knowing which way is forward. I was fired a few months ago, and since then it’s been instant coffee, half-hearted prayers, and quiet survival.

It feels strange—selfish, even—to name my struggle while the world is burning. There are literal genocides happening in real time as I type this, and here I am, grieving a job (oh woe is me) and trying to piece myself back together.

Still, gratitude lives here too…

Photos, in order:

📷 Taken the day after I lost a job I gave too much of myself to. It was beautiful and brutal. You can see the unraveling in my eyes if you look close enough.

📷 Zelda—my tiny guardian, always choosing the warmth of my laptop over any luxurious cat bed I’ve purchased.

📷 “Brown Skin White Minds” A book that’s awakened something in me. I’m stunned by the silence in my own lineage, and I’ve made a quiet promise to go back—reclaim, relearn, and honor the blood that flows through me. 🇵🇭

📷 “Sacred Woman” Another book I drift in and out of like tides. I’ve been searching for the sacred in my womanhood, trying to hear the parts of me that don’t speak in words. This book helps me listen with intention.

📷 League of Legends. My guilty escape, no explanation needed.

📷 A meme because, why tf not.

📷 Another snapshot of me, tangled in the quiet chaos of an existential unraveling.

📷 Lastly—though anything but least—a box of roses, impossibly vivid, arriving on the very day I was let go. No sender. No message. Just petals soft as spells, blooming like a secret. A sign? A whisper from the unseen? An omen or an offering—I’ll never know. Perhaps some magic isn’t meant to be explained.

If your eyes have lingered this long, thank you—truly. I hope the world has met you gently.

And if it hasn’t, I hope you’re wrapping yourself in the tenderness it forgot to give.

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