Dimples on the Edge

18 years. Countless, often overlapping roles. Sleepless nights. Fatigue & despair.

I ache and ache and ache. Young bones carrying a soul that feels broken.

It makes no sense. Your 30s are when you’re supposed to have it together. All I feel is an incessant dread and anxiety that continues to consume me.

I am consumed by thoughts of productivity, worth, and my value amongst it all. The time to simply be: loving, joyful, human…doesn’t exist.

This is what led me to decide to move abroad. There has to be more than grinding to get by. I am going to find it.

Packing up my bags, moving myself, & then my pups, out of this country. Giving this new opportunity my all, so that no matter where I end up, I can say I did it instead of dreaming it. No more playing it safe, because this current way of life is hard enough.

And I’m willing to risk it all for softness.