The things I carry (that no one sees)
People are strange little universes, aren’t they?Everyone’s carrying something. Some seem to coast through life, breezing past traffic lights and emotional potholes. Others, you wonder how they’re still standing.Nature, nurture, the eternal question. What did I come pre-installed with, and what did I quietly pick up along the way? Honestly, I’m still figuring that out. But let’s save that chapter…









