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 where I lay it all out, the core of my story. I’m talking about the raw reality of what I went through, the choices I made – good and bad – and all the brutal lessons I learned. These posts are me owning my past, taking responsibility, and really digging into how I started to change. It’s me facing up to everything, no holding back
This is the question no one asks out loudbut everyone carries in their eyeswhen they look at me. How do
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
Some people remember childhood like a photo album.Birthday cakes.Laughter.Bike rides.Sunlight through the window. I remember the inside of a cupboard.The
She doesn’t know the sound of my voice anymore.Not the real one.Not the one that sang her to sleep.Not the
When the world turns its back, it doesn’t come roaring—it arrives as a hush. One morning you wake to find
I used to think redemption meant being good.Polished. Polite. Palatable. After the collapse—after the headlines, the handcuffs, the echo chamber
They put the word ‘scam’ next to my name. It’s a hard word. A flat word. Four letters that build
There’s no easy way to begin this. No clever metaphor or poetic detour. Just the quiet truth:I let people down.