it starts now. 

I didn’t wake up one day feeling inspired to change my life. There wasn’t a big moment, no movie-scene turning point. What I felt was worn down, physically, mentally, emotionally,and tired of pretending I was fine. I’ve spent years carrying things I didn’t talk about. My weight. My health. My depression. Anxiety that lives quietly in the background. The kind that doesn’t always scream but never really shuts up either. Add in shame, social judgment, and the constant feeling of being behind in life, and it all starts to pile up. This blog isn’t here to impress anyone. It’s not about hustle, grind, or fake positivity. It’s about telling the truth,about what it’s like to live in this body, with this mind, and still try to move forward when some days just existing feels heavy. I’m not writing because I have it figured out. I’m writing because I don’t. Because avoiding it hasn’t worked. Because I’m done letting my past, my weight, or my mental health define what the rest of my life is allowed to look like. This is me showing up as I am. No filters. No promises. Just progress, setbacks, honesty, and the work in between.