09/09/2026
Staying weird. Staying me. Still standing.
I've spent a long time trying to figure out how to talk about this without shrinking myself down to fit it neatly into a caption. So I'm not going to try to make it neat.
I've carried trauma. Abuse. R@pe. Regret that sat on my chest for years. Loss that rearranged who I thought I was. Anger I didn't always know where to put.
And somewhere in the middle of all of it, I kept being weird. Kept being loud when it would've been easier to go quiet. Kept laughing too hard, caring too much, showing up as exactly who I am instead of who any of that tried to convince me I should be.
That's not an accident. That's the fight.
I went back to school, graduated, then earned my HS-BCP after. I did the work, one class, one certification, one hard conversation at a time. Not because healing follows a syllabus, but because I decided my life was still mine to build, no matter what had been taken from me.
I'm not "overcoming" in the sense of leaving it all behind like it never happened. It happened. It shaped me. It doesn't get to write the ending, though.
I do.
So this is me. Weird, whole, still here, still becoming. If you're in the middle of your own hard chapter, you don't have to have it figured out to keep going. You just have to keep going.
