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-2025-

This year I learned invincible is an armor that grows too heavy. And better days can arrive in the stillness where you stay.

For some time chronic pain took most of what I cared for. In that space remained truths I’m now learning to honor

and love.. so much love.

-2025-

This year I learned invincible is an armor that grows too heavy. And better days can arrive in the stillness where you stay.

For some time chronic pain took most of what I cared for. In that space remained truths I’m now learning to honor

and love.. so much love.

-2025-

This year I learned invincible is an armor that grows too heavy. And better days can arrive in the stillness where you stay.

For some time chronic pain took most of what I cared for. In that space remained truths I’m now learning to honor

and love.. so much love.

-2025-

This year I learned invincible is an armor that grows too heavy. And better days can arrive in the stillness where you stay.

For some time chronic pain took most of what I cared for. In that space remained truths I’m now learning to honor

and love.. so much love.

-2025-

This year I learned invincible is an armor that grows too heavy. And better days can arrive in the stillness where you stay.

For some time chronic pain took most of what I cared for. In that space remained truths I’m now learning to honor

and love.. so much love.

-2025-

This year I learned invincible is an armor that grows too heavy. And better days can arrive in the stillness where you stay.

For some time chronic pain took most of what I cared for. In that space remained truths I’m now learning to honor

and love.. so much love.

-2025-

This year I learned invincible is an armor that grows too heavy. And better days can arrive in the stillness where you stay.

For some time chronic pain took most of what I cared for. In that space remained truths I’m now learning to honor

and love.. so much love.

-2025-

This year I learned invincible is an armor that grows too heavy. And better days can arrive in the stillness where you stay.

For some time chronic pain took most of what I cared for. In that space remained truths I’m now learning to honor

and love.. so much love.

-2025-

This year I learned invincible is an armor that grows too heavy. And better days can arrive in the stillness where you stay.

For some time chronic pain took most of what I cared for. In that space remained truths I’m now learning to honor

and love.. so much love.

Summer 030 on film— Kodak Gold doesn’t miss!

Summer 030 on film— Kodak Gold doesn’t miss!

Summer 030 on film— Kodak Gold doesn’t miss!

Summer 030 on film— Kodak Gold doesn’t miss!

Summer 030 on film— Kodak Gold doesn’t miss!

Summer 030 on film— Kodak Gold doesn’t miss!

Summer 030 on film— Kodak Gold doesn’t miss!

Summer 030 on film— Kodak Gold doesn’t miss!

Summer 030 on film— Kodak Gold doesn’t miss!

A visual diary

A visual diary

A visual diary

A visual diary

A visual diary

A visual diary

A visual diary

After the year I had, this felt like coming home

After the year I had, this felt like coming home

After the year I had, this felt like coming home

After the year I had, this felt like coming home

After the year I had, this felt like coming home

After the year I had, this felt like coming home

July said wet girl summer ✨

July said wet girl summer ✨

A slice of my truth- Part two.

I take great pride in my ability to survive because what feels like a lifetime worth of it was packed into my younger years. and after years of self work and therapy sessions, I thought I paid my dues.

But here’s the thing about Chronic pain, It‘s roots is in survival system. And that doesn’t always look like scars or sleepless nights; sometimes it hides behind the healing you’re constantly chasing, the haunting fear of being behind, the forest fire kind of ambition and maybe even the constant seeking of meaning and purpose.

Recovery didn’t began till I stopped white-knuckling it. Till I stopped demanding my pain to turn into a breakthrough. Till safety could exist along side the doubt. Chronic pain wasn’t another thing to survive or push through. Not in the body.

Right now I don’t know what my future holds. But that’s a riddle I don’t wanna solve. Neither will i rush to polished new me. I‘m staying here. Messy, whole and real.

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It seems my last post didn't land clearly for many so i'm gonna put it simply here: I'm alright now. The pain is down and my fire is returning.

I just didn't want my story to be softened by focusing on the resolution. Not all suffering needs to end in triumph to deserve a voice.

A slice of my truth- Part one

Last fall came with pain I never predicted my mid twenties would bring. It stayed in my knees, elbows, wrists and fingers Which for the most part left me immobilized and bed-bound. But with an enthusiasm that survived all the hardships before. I knew if I willed it, this too will pass.

But what followed were months of medical neglect, misdiagnosis and tear filled clinic visits. “I’m sorry I cannot help you” the doctors shrugged.Angry I wanted to plead “this is my whole damn life we are talking about”.

Enduring chronic pain wasn’t just a loss of physical freedom, it was a loss of choice. A slow erosion of the self. Our society easily recognizes the suffering that comes with a cast or a hospital bed, but this one didn’t come with the mercy of a diagnose or a recovery plan.

Naturally my pride hid the suffering. Even from myself. While every thought, move, meal, decision belonged to the pain. I’ve let go of work, connections, hobbies, activities and the person I was supposed to be. “You’re so strong” left a bitter taste.

Through my whole life I always knew what to do and always had the right words. But for the first time in my life, after 8 months of discipline, research and failed healing modalities I could no longer muster energy to look for answers or force a silver lining. My fire burned out.

🌚🌞

🌚🌞

🌚🌞

To closed doors and nos, to losses and goodbyes, thank you.

To closed doors and nos, to losses and goodbyes, thank you.

To closed doors and nos, to losses and goodbyes, thank you.

To closed doors and nos, to losses and goodbyes, thank you.

To closed doors and nos, to losses and goodbyes, thank you.

between chapters

between chapters

It’s fruity month 📣📣

It’s fruity month 📣📣

It’s fruity month 📣📣

It’s fruity month 📣📣

It’s fruity month 📣📣

It’s fruity month 📣📣

Swipe for pink hair and bea

Swipe for pink hair and bea

Swipe for pink hair and bea

Swipe for pink hair and bea

Swipe for pink hair and bea

Swipe for pink hair and bea