I want to be honest about why I created this space — not from a place of authority, but from lived experience. I’ve experienced psychosis.I’ve been diagnosed with Bipolar I.I’ve lived through periods of extreme intensity, distorted reality, deep grief, and the kind of internal chaos that changes how you see yourself forever. There were times when my mind felt more alive than life itself.Moments of absolute certainty, meaning, connection — believing I was here for something bigger.And then came the crash. The confusion. The mourning.Not just for what I lost externally, but for who I thought I was. One of the hardest parts hasn’t been the diagnosis itself — it’s been learning how to live after the extremes.Learning how to exist without the intensity that once made everything feel vivid and purposeful.Learning how to accept stability when part of me still misses the fire. Alongside this, I’ve also carried deep trauma — the kind that shapes your nervous system, your relationships, your sense of safety in the world.I’m not “over it.”I’m working on it. Diligently. Slowly. Honestly. And that’s exactly why this space exists. I didn’t want to create another place that pretends healing is linear, aesthetic, or tied up with a bow.I wanted somewhere real.Somewhere that understands that you can be grateful and grieving.Stable and longing.Grounded and missing parts of yourself. This space is for people who feel like they’re in between versions of themselves.For those learning how to hold their minds, their emotions, their past — without being consumed by them.For those who want growth, but not at the cost of their humanity. You don’t need to be fixed here.You don’t need to explain your diagnosis, your trauma, or your story perfectly.You don’t need to perform healing. You’re welcome to share your story — as much or as little as feels safe.Listening is just as valued as speaking. This is a space for:– honesty without judgement– awareness without shame– growth without force– becoming without erasing who you’ve been