Waking Up

I didn’t fall apart. I kept going.

That’s the part people don’t always understand. I showed up to work. I answered texts. I handled responsibilities. I took care of everyone else. From the outside, my life looked functional—stable, even. But somewhere along the way, I slipped into autopilot. I wasn’t making choices so much as completing tasks. Days blended together, and I didn’t notice how disconnected I’d become until my body finally asked me to slow down.

It started quietly. Fatigue that didn’t make sense. A heaviness I couldn’t shake. Appointments, lab work, questions with no clear answers. I remember sitting in a sterile room, listening to words I didn’t fully understand, and realizing this wasn’t just about my health. It was about how long I’d been ignoring myself. My body wasn’t failing me—it was trying to get my attention.

That moment cracked something open. Not in a dramatic, everything-changed kind of way, but in a way that made it impossible to keep pretending I was fine. I began to see how much of my life had been built around survival instead of belonging—how I’d accepted roles, relationships, and routines that kept me functioning but not fulfilled. This blog is where I start telling the truth about what it looks like to come back to yourself after years of living on autopilot..