Not Her Anymore

You Keep Feeling Behind Because Your Brain Is Running on the Wrong Clock There’s a specific kind of dread that hits you when you look around at your life and think: “I should be further than this.” “I’m so behind.” “Everyone else is moving.” “I’m stuck.” “I’m late to my own life.” You don’t even know what you’re comparing yourself to, you just feel it. Like there’s some invisible standard you’re failing to meet. Like time is slipping and you’re not keeping up. Like the world

When the World Looks Familiar But Doesn’t Feel Like Yours There are mornings when you wake up, open your eyes, look around your own room, your o own belongings, your own life, and something feels off. Not wrong. Not dangerous. Just unfamiliar. Like you slipped sideways into a version of reality that looks identical to yesterday, but carries a different texture. You know where you are, but you don’t feel  where you are. You recognize everything, but nothing feels lived-in. You

The Quiet Pull Toward Something You Can’t Name There are moments in life when nothing in your external world has changed, yet your internal world feels different. You wake up with a strange tension in your chest, not fear exactly, more like anticipation without a story. You move through your days with the sense that you’re standing at the edge of something invisible. You feel pulled toward a direction you can’t see yet. It’s subtle, but persistent: a hum beneath the surface,

When Life Stops Looking Like Yours There are moments in life when you look around, at your home, your partner, your job, your routines, and something inside you goes still. A pause. A silence. A soft shock. A strange distance that creeps in between you and the world you’re living in. It’s not depression. It’s not boredom. It’s not “I’m unhappy.” It’s something deeper, quieter, harder to name. It’s the unsettling sense that the life in front of you doesn’t feel like it belongs