I once shaped my entire identity around my skin. Acne, roaccutane, relapse, research, my own method, my own book.
I cared — deeply.
The Unseen Layer
Behind the knowledge was a nervous system trying to understand itself: anxiety, dysregulation, IBS, identity confusion and a feeling of “I don’t fit here – anywhere.”
The Start Of The Becoming
Slowly, I shifted into softness —korean-inspired joy, vegan living, real skin, becoming my own safe place instead of trying to perform one.
The Shift
I realised I didn’t want to be followed for what I knew but joined for who I am.
I don’t have a final identity or destination. Maybe it’s Korea. Maybe it’s writing again. Maybe it’s something I haven’t met yet. I’m letting my life reveal itself at the pace my nervous system can hold.