2026 has arrived, and if I’m being honest, it feels tentative. I’m currently living in a strange gray area. I’m not entirely without shelter, but I’m not "housed" in the way most people define it. It’s a precarious balance—a life in limbo where security hasn’t fully arrived, but the worst-case scenario is being held at bay.
Why I’m here:
Right now, "okay" is a massive achievement. There is a quiet relief in having a foundation, however shaky it might feel. Your support helps me maintain this balance and move toward a version of "settled" that isn't so complicated.
"Progress isn’t always linear, and sometimes just holding the line is the bravest thing you can do."
If you’d like to buy me a coffee, it goes directly toward stabilizing this "in-between" state and helping me keep the lights on while I navigate the way forward.
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