🧠 I Don’t Know If I’m Helping — But I’m Still Here

Some days I wake up and wonder, “Is anyone even reading this?”

I pour my heart into these posts. I write like I’m bleeding truth onto the page. And still — I wonder if it matters.

Because being vulnerable is exhausting. And being strong all the time? That’s a f*cking myth.

💬 What You Don’t See

You see the words. The sass. The fire. But behind the screen is someone who’s tired. Someone who questions everything. Someone who sometimes wants to quit.

But I don’t. Because maybe — just maybe — one person reads this and feels less alone. And that’s enough.

⚡ Why I Keep Showing Up

• Because someone out there is crying into their cereal and needs a laugh.
• Because someone feels stuck and needs a nudge.
• Because someone is tired of pretending they’re okay — and I get it.

I don’t have all the answers. But I have honesty. And that’s something.

💥 If You’re Reading This

Thank you. For being here. For showing up. For reminding me that this messy, imperfect, beautiful work matters.

You’re not alone. And neither am I.

So I’ll keep writing. You keep reading. And together, we’ll feel f*cking amazing — one post at a time.