You can call me vanilla—I don’t mind. I’m a man who feels deeply, and I’m not shy about owning it. I’ve got my share of mental struggles, but I don’t bury them. I pause, I reflect, I face the tough, awkward, and sometimes ridiculous questions head-on.
Figuring myself out? It’s a work in progress—one thought, one laugh, and yes, plenty of missteps.
This isn’t about faking perfection. It’s about leaning into the chaos, the unpredictability, and the mess of being human. We’re quirky, flawed, and endlessly fascinating—why wouldn’t we try to understand ourselves better?
I never imagined a year could strip me down to my core like 2024. It wasn’t one dramatic event but a series of small losses and realizations. It forced me to confront the worst version of myself; the most devastated, hopeless, and broken I have ever been. At...