Self & Reflection

The Reflection I Once Avoided There was a time when I couldn’t look at my reflection for more than a few seconds. Not because I hated what I saw, but because I didn’t recognize her. The woman staring back seemed both familiar and distant — a version of me that had endured too much…

The Quiet Beginning It started, as many things do, with silence. Not the easy kind of silence that fills the space between songs or the pause before laughter — but the heavy kind that sits in your chest like fog. It was the silence after endings, the kind that demands you sit down and…