Who the Fuck Are You, Really? A Realm of Chaos Identity Check No One Asked For…. Let’s get this out of the way. Most people don’t have an identity problem. They have a straight up honesty problem. Because if I asked you, right now, no prep time, no journaling, no aesthetic Pinterest board, Who the fuck are you? Most people freeze. They give me: their job their trauma their responsibilities who they’re “trying” to be who they used to be before life got really heavy, or they became an actual adult. But that’s not an identity. That’s a
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I’m Allowed to Change — Choosing New Versions of Myself Without Apology Women aren’t just expected to hold it all together, we’re expected to stay the same while doing it. Same smile. Same role. Same personality. Same dreams. Same version of a woman everyone recognizes and feels comfortable with. But let me tell you something loud, clear, and without apology: I am not required to stay familiar to anyone. I’m allowed to change. And I’m not sorry for it. Because every season of my life reshaped me, and pretending it didn’t would be the real big damn lie.
STRONG ENOUGH TO START OVER — MY BODY, MY COMEBACK, MY RULES People romanticize comebacks like they’re loud, dramatic, cinematic moments, but most of the time? A comeback starts in silence. It starts on the morning you wake up and realize you don’t feel like yourself. Your strength is gone. Your drive is gone. Your body feels foreign, sluggish, heavy, or unresponsive. You’re staring at a version of yourself you barely recognize. That’s the part no one warns you about. The part where you grieve the old you while trying to rebuild the new one. But here’s the truth
Meet the Bad Breed — The Voices of My Rebuild” How each character is a reflection of me, and how I reflect back through them! 🫣 Realm Lore: Where My Inner World Learns to Speak Out Loud Most people walk around thinking their thoughts are private , that what lives inside their heads is something they alone carry. That’s not how it works for me. My inner world has always had a voice, actually, several voices. They show up when I’m alone in the garage. When I’m lifting in silence. When I’m ripping down the highway with