I’m 23, and most days, I feel like I’m still learning how to be a person.
This space was born out of that feeling – of being in between who I was and who I’m becoming. I wanted a place to write about the strange, beautiful, and sometimes heartbreaking process of growing up. The kind of space I wish I had when everything felt a little uncertain but full of possibility.
This journey is also for me. I’ve spent a long time living for other people, trying to be who I thought I was supposed to be, saying yes when I wanted to say no, letting fear and anxiety keep me small. But lately, I’ve started to feel something shift. I’m learning to take my power back, to make choices that feel like mine, and to trust myself again.
I’m finally starting to try new things – not for anyone, but because they make me feel like myself again.. I’m allowing myself to want more, to dream, to take up space, to fail, to start over, and to try again. For the first time, I’m doing things that make me happy for me.
There’s still fear. There’s still anxiety. But I don’t want to let them decide what my life looks like anymore. I’m learning that courage doesn’t always mean feeling brave, sometimes it’s just showing up anyway.
Here, I’ll be writing about what it’s like to navigate your 20s, the lessons, the unlearning, the heartbreaks that teach you who you are, and the quiet moments that remind you you’re healing, even when it doesn’t feel like it.
This isn’t a space for perfect answers or polished advice. It’s more like a small corner to pause, reflect, and feel less alone in the process.
If you’ve ever felt lost, in transition, or unsure of where you’re headed, welcome. You’re in good company here.
Let’s figure it out together.







