For a long time, survival mode was my home. Not because I wanted it to be—but because it was necessary. It taught me how to stay alert. How to read shifts in tone, body language, silence. How to hold everything together when falling apart didn’t feel like an option. Survival mode isn’t wea

I don’t know who I am anymore — and that’s where this starts. Somewhere along the way, I became really good at surviving. At being strong. At being what was needed of me. So good, that I stopped checking in with myself. Lately, I’ve been sitting with the quiet realization that I don’t ac