I Couldn’t Find a Place I Fit In… So I Made My Own

There’s a special kind of loneliness that comes from trying to fit into rooms that weren’t built for you. You know the ones—where everyone’s speaking a language you almost understand, wearing masks you didn’t get the memo to bring, and performing a script that makes you wonder if you missed rehearsal.

I tried those rooms. I tried fitting in. It was exhausting.

So I did what most stubborn creatives do when the world keeps handing them ill-fitting uniforms and pre-approved scripts.

I burned the damn ...