Torn between exhaustion and evolution, this is a raw reflection on what it means to bloom through burnout. A tender plea for support while walking the path of self becoming.

I question myself before anyone else can. The love, the withdrawal, the coldness, I carry it all. And still, I wonder why it had to be this hard.

Some days, creating feels like rebellion, not against the world, but against the weight of simply surviving and battling against myself. This is for the ones who still show up, even when it’s hard.