Romanticizing the Breakdown

Somehow, it’s already June. The last time I wrote here was in April, but it feels like just yesterday. Time is such a strange thing—sometimes it rushes past, other times it drips by so slowly. The clocks might tick steadily, but how we  feel  time? That part makes no sense at all. Before I sat down to write, I found myself thinking about… writing. How it quiets the noise in my head, how it lifts the heaviness of anxiety and softens the sharp edges of depression. It’s a little bit like magic—to have something that turns dark thoughts into lighter ones. To have something that feels like love. With this post, I just want to reach out to you—whoever you are—and say: it’s okay to do what makes you happy. Whatever it is, whatever it costs—if it brings you peace, it’s worth it. Don’t listen to the voices that say you’re not good enough. Not fast enough. Not young anymore. Too young. Not ready. Whether those voices come from the outside or whisper from inside your own head, know this:...