How I Live with What I Did
This is the question no one asks out loudbut everyone carries in their eyeswhen they look at me. How do
This is the question no one asks out loudbut everyone carries in their eyeswhen they look at me. How do
I was never your case study.Never your headline filler.Never your cautionary tale to share at partieswhen the conversation needed drama.
There will come a day, maybe sooner than I hope,when you’ll type my name into a search bar. You’ll find
Shame isn’t loud.It’s quiet.It sits in the corners.It watches you speak and whispers,“They wouldn’t love you if they knew.” I’ve
There was a time I wore my persona like armour.Polished.Charismatic.Strategic.Always ready with the right words, the right image, the right
I’ve written this a hundred times.In my head.On paper.In drafts I deleted before they finished saving. It always started the
I didn’t create him.The man you saw in the headlines.The so-called scammer.The dangerous one.The joke.The villain.The meme. I didn’t make
In the days after everything collapsed,my voice didn’t sound like mine.It was rehearsed.Filtered.Clenched behind my teeth like I was
After the collapse,after the memes,after the sentence,after the world decided who I was— I did the thing no one expected.
They didn’t call it abandonment.They called it protection.A better path.A placement.A decision made in my best interest. They took me