Something’s Shifting

There’s a quiet kind of awakening happening in me.

Not loud. Not flashy.

But real—the kind that comes after everything’s fallen apart, and you’ve sat in the ruins long enough to start seeing seeds again.

I’ve been through things I never thought I’d survive.

Heartache that left me questioning my worth.Failures that made me feel like I was cursed to start over—again and again.

Debt. Depression. Disconnection.

And moments where I could barely look in the mirror without hearing every voice that ever told me I wasn’t enough.

But somehow… I’m still here.

Still breathing. Still creating. Still hoping—if only in whispers.

I used to operate on autopilot.

Jumping from project to project. Wearing different names like armor.

“Abby” became the face of responsibility. The fixer. The one who had it all together on the outside, even when she was falling apart on the inside.

And don’t get me wrong—Abby got things done. She hustled. She survived.

But she also got tired.She forgot how to feel.

And now, in this soft pause, I’m remembering someone else.Someone older than the pain.Someone braver than the silence.

Yna.

The woman I truly am when no one’s asking me to perform.

The version of me that knows her worth without needing to prove it.The dreamer. The fighter. The deeply feeling soul with a spark that hasn’t gone out—just flickered in the dark.

I don’t have all the answers right now.

But I’m starting to feel ready.

Ready to choose healing.

To rebuild from the inside out.

To move forward—not by running from the past, but by finally embracing who I am becoming.

This isn’t a rebrand.

This is a reawakening.

Yna is coming back.

Not the broken version. Not the lost girl.But the real one. The ultimate one.

And when she arrives… it’ll be worth the wait.

For now, I’m keeping things close to my chest.

But if you’re reading this, just know:

Something’s shifting. And I’m not turning back.