I’ve been struggling to find myself again. Some days I wake up and wonder where my rhythm went—where that spark, that vibe I used to carry so effortlessly, disappeared to. Life has been heavy, and when you’re carrying so much stress, it’s hard to find space for yourself.
I keep searching for that balance, that middle ground where I can breathe without feeling like I’m falling behind. But truthfully? I haven’t found it yet. And that’s the hardest part—admitting I’m still searching.
I’m learning, though, that it’s okay to be in this space. It’s okay to feel lost and still keep moving. It’s okay to be messy and still be worthy of love, rest, and joy.
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