The Chaos of Becoming

Every day, my soul screams: “OMFG I WANT FUN.” I need structure to thrive, but the moment that structure hardens into a predictable routine, I feel a deep, stomach-wrenching sickness—the kind that seeps into my bones, making me want to fling myself into the most reckless, dopamine-chasing choices just to feel alive again. Five years ago,Continue reading “The Chaos of Becoming”