When You Stop Being Who You Were

Some changes don’t announce themselves. They happen slowly, underneath everything else, until one day something doesn’t fit the way it used to. This is where that shift lives. Not the version of identity that can be easily named or explained, but the one that is still in motion. The in-between states. The moments where something new is forming, even if you don’t fully understand it yet.

There’s uncertainty here. Friction. Sometimes clarity, but more often questions. What stays. What changes. What was never really yours to begin with.

This isn’t about arriving somewhere. It’s about recognizing that you’ve already started moving.