She didn’t always feel like this.
Calm. Steady. Real.
There was a time she tried to be perfect.
Quiet. Put together. Easy to understand.
A version of herself made to please everyone else.
But it didn’t last.
In the quiet, she realized something was missing—
her.
Not the version people expected. The real one.
Messy, silly, honest.
She stopped hiding.
Let her hair fall wild.
Let herself feel everything.
Sadness came.
So did anger.
But instead of pushing it away, she sat with it.
Listened.
And slowly, she grew.
Not in a straight line.
Not quickly.
But deeply.
She forgave who she used to be.
She let go of the story she outgrew.
Now she stands still and strong,
flowers in her hair,
peace in her chest.
She’s not finished.
But she’s finally becoming who she wants to be.
Shaping the Crazy 