Unbecoming Her

This isn’t a place where everything is explained neatly.
It’s where I’m learning to tell the truth-
without rushing it, without softening it, and without needing it to make sense all at once.

For a long time, I lived from patterns I didn’t question.
Beliefs I didn’t choose.
Versions of myself that were built from things I didn’t understand yet.

I was diagnosed with depression at 16.
Later, I would learn there were deeper layers to what I had been carrying.

But this space isn’t about labels.

It’s about what those experiences shaped in me-
and what I’m slowly unlearning now.

Some of what I share will be clear.
Some of it won’t be.
That’s part of this.

This is where I write as things come up.
As they make sense.
As they shift.

Not to have all the of the answers…
but to stop avoiding the questions.

If something here feels familiar,
you’re not alone in it.