10/17/2025
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I confuse people. I have a happy personality but carry a sad soul. I'm bold yet painfully shy. I love with all my heart, but at times, I feel completely detached.
I'm healing while still hurting. I'm fiercely dedicated to growth, yet I catch myself in cycles of self-sabotage. I'm a mix of contradictions, trying to make sense of it all. More than anything, I'm searching for peace amidst the chaos of who I am.
Some days, I wake up ready to conquer the world, filled with energy and optimism. Other days, I struggle just to face myself in the mirror. There are moments when I radiate confidence, when laughter spills out of me so effortlessly that people assume I have everything figured out. But behind that laughter, there’s a quiet ache — a whisper of sadness that never quite fades. It’s not that I’m unhappy, but there’s a constant tug-of-war inside me between who I am and who I want to be.
I crave deep connections, yet I push people away when they get too close. I long to be understood, yet I speak in metaphors and half-truths, afraid that if someone truly saw me, they might not like what they find. I pretend to be strong because I’ve learned that vulnerability can be mistaken for weakness, but sometimes I just want to be held without having to explain why I’m falling apart.
I’m learning that healing isn’t a straight path — it’s messy, unpredictable, and often painful. I’m learning to forgive myself for the times I didn’t know better, for the mistakes that still echo in my mind. I’m learning that it’s okay to be both light and dark, soft and strong, broken and whole.
Maybe I don’t have to make sense to anyone else. Maybe being a contradiction isn’t something to fix, but something to embrace. I’m slowly realizing that my complexity is what makes me human. I’m not one thing or another — I’m everything all at once. And in this beautiful, confusing chaos, I’m learning to love myself as I am — not in spite of my contradictions, but because of them.