23/01/2026
I did not plan to be absent for a year.
I simply could not show up the way I used to.
Life took a turn that demanded everything I had.
Courtrooms. Counseling. Fear. Exhaustion.
Fighting for my rights. Fighting for my dogs who were used as leverage.
And in between all of that, learning how to take care of myself when even waking up felt like a rebellion.
Some days, just being alive felt like a gift.
Not in a poetic way. In a very real, hard earned way.
I wasn’t creating. I wasn’t painting or crocheting honestly.
I didn’t have the strength to share, to post, to explain.
I wasn’t gone. I was busy surviving.
Somewhere along the way, I picked up a book
Show Your Work by
and it reminded me of something simple and powerful
that the process matters
that the messy middle counts
that showing up imperfectly is still showing up.
So this is me choosing that.
No matter what is still unfinished.
No matter how heavy things get.
I am going to keep sharing my journey.
The behind the scenes. The half done pieces. The slow days. The days I show up anyway.
I want to become a newer and better version of myself
not because anyone is pushing me
but because no one is stopping me anymore
not even me.
If you are here and you have stayed through my silence
thank you. Truly.
That quiet loyalty matters more than you know.
And if you are someone who is struggling, barely holding it together
please know this
if I can start again from here
so can you.
I’m staying.
This is a promise.
