25/08/2026
Looking at pictures of me during the pregnancy with Yuna feels weird. It's like that can't be me.
Like it's not possible that I've carried a baby for 10 months under my heart, only for her to not exist now.
Like how can something like that happen?
But it just does. That's life.
S**t happens. Really bad s**t, too.
It shatters your carefully crafted world.
It breaks you open.
It deepens every experience.
It shifts your way of looking at everything.
A new perspective, kinda like a caleidoscope or a prism, light breaking at the rough edges, reflecting back, creating something new entirely.
You create something new entirely.
You choose to because life doesn't happen to you,
it happens for you - to alchemize it
and to create that new version of you.
