Manifesto:

Somewhere between who you were supposed to be and who you had to become, you disappeared. Now you’re stuck. Moving through life performing for others instead of living for you. But your journal knows your truth. The thoughts you don’t say out loud. The chaos. The clarity. The crossed-out truths. No likes. No judgment. Just ink and honesty. 

Each entry is a memory in motion - messy, tender, alive. 

So write what discomforts you. The part you’ve been hiding. Write until the mask slips.

Until there’s nothing left to hide behind.

Just ink. Just truth. 

Just you.