20/11/2025
“I can do it.” I’ve said it so many times, it stopped feeling like motivation and started sounding like pressure.
What began as a spark to push through became a weight I couldn’t set down. Every success needed another one to prove it was real.
Rest became a privilege I had to earn. Somewhere between striving and surviving, I forgot that being human isn’t a task to perfect. Admitting that I’m tired, I need a moment, that I’m enough even when I’m still is what is needed.
#2025
