I dont know who I am anymore. And Im finally Okay Saying That.

I don’t really know where to start.
Which is fitting, I suppose, because that’s exactly where I am in life right now.

I don’t know where to start. I don’t know who I am. All I know ,and I mean all I know with absolute certainty :is that my body and my mind have finally forced me to stop.
Stop running. Stop performing. Stop pretending.
Just. Stop.
I’ve been running for so long that I forgot I was running. The noise became normal. The chaos became comfortable. And the stillness? The stillness became the scariest thing imaginable.
So here I am. In what I can only describe as my season of recovery.
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t scared. But this time feels different. Because this time I’m not running away from something. I’m finally, terrifyingly, running toward myself.
This is Desert Bloom. And this is just the beginning.