Thread

There’s a thread I keep trying to trace, something that weaves through who I’ve been and who I’m trying to become. There are days, I feel like I know myself. Other days, I feel like I'm a stranger in my own skin. I’ve worn so many versions of myself over the years, trying to find one that fits. But I think identity isn’t a solid thing. It’s a process. A conversation. A thread you follow, even when it tangles. And maybe the point isn’t to find the “real” me, but to keep listening closely, pulling gently at the line, learning how to live in the unfolding.

• Identity
• Crisis
• Process