Lost. Yet Still Alive.

✨ lost. yet still alive.

fractals that are forming.

not yet finished. not yet fixed.

just facing myself here as I am.

part made of dusk. part of the dawn.

all of me human. ✨

There’s a certain kind of peace that comes with accepting the unfinished parts of yourself. To dive heart first into the spaces still healing, the chapters still writing, the light still learning to find its way through the cracks.

You don’t need to have it all figured out to be whole. Growth isn’t linear, and healing isn’t a checklist. It’s a constant revolving spiral, a pattern, a dance between who you’ve been and who you’re choosing each moment to become.

We are all fragments of dusk and dawn, contradictions learning to coexist, and that’s the beauty of it. The humanness. The raw, unpolished truth of just being here, imperfect, aware, and simply alive.

So for today, breathe deeply into the becoming.

You are not behind. You are not broken.

You are in the midst of a sacred process. Allow yourself the space the be entirely present for it. 🌙

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