Built from breakdowns, rebuilding, and staying.

This didn't start as a project. It started as survival.

For years, life moved in cycles. I would build stability, relationships, work, trust — then watch it fall apart. Sometimes slowly. Sometimes all at once.

I carried shame, anger, and the weight of feeling like I should have been stronger. The hardest part wasn't the collapse. It was feeling like I was the only one who couldn't get it right.

There were nights I didn't recognise myself.

There were times I thought walking away from everything would be easier than trying again.

There were times I convinced myself the world would be better without me. I'm not proud of those thoughts, but they were real — and pretending they never happened helps no one.

There wasn't a miracle. There wasn't one huge turning point.

It was smaller than that: one honest conversation, one person who didn't judge me, one day where I chose not to give up. Then another. Then another.

Recovery wasn't becoming perfect. It was about staying.

I know what it feels like to think you've ruined everything.

I know what it's like to rebuild from nothing.

I know how isolating it is when everyone else looks fine and you're barely holding it together.

I don't claim to have all the answers. But I understand. Sometimes understanding is where healing starts.