For a long time, I followed and repeated the narrative that I was an anxious person. I sought reassurance constantly, copied what others were doing and often looked externally for cues on how to behave, what was “normal” and how to stay safe. Looking back now, I think a lot of my life was shaped around trying to reduce discomfort, avoid judgement. I wanted to feel accepted. Over the years I have grown physically and mentally. I genuinely believe going through difficulties and

I honestly cannot believe we are already in the month of May 2026. The older I get, the more I find myself saying things like, “Where has that time gone?” — but genuinely feeling it deep in my chest afterwards. The years seem to move faster and faster. Weeks blur into months, and suddenly seasons have changed before I feel I’ve properly noticed them. Life feels busy in a good way. Work is full. There are adventures. There are laughs, plans, classes, conversations and memories