Bad thoughts don’t just live in our heads. They manifest into a life we wish wasn't ours.

Brought into this world to please others, I was shaped by an environment that chronically demanded I adapt, cope, and suppress who I truly am. My family has tried to get me to eradicate parts of myself—especially my emotions and my love for animals. Like many of us, I was taught not to move through feelings, but to reject, deny, and disown them.

I was dysfunctional in ways I’ve only recently have begun to understand. I impulsively ran into the unknown, canceling and running from myself along the way—but also severley and cluelessly going against my own best interests.

Unworthy is no longer part of my identity.

Not to become someone new, not to become "better", and not out of spite!. But to have a chance at what resembles a life that happens for me, not to me. To remember and restore the parts of me I had to abandon so that I could survive what no one else could see.