Sometimes I sit here, looking at the screen, and I catch myself wondering why I’m still here.

𝐌𝐞

I’m introverted, shy, and when it comes to my own emotions, often a bit clumsy. I don’t always find the right words, I overthink, I get lost in my own thoughts until everything feels heavier than it should. And somewhere in the background there’s always that quiet voice telling me I’m not good enough, that others are clearer, better, more confident. For a long time, I believed that voice.

That’s probably why I stayed in the background for most of my life. Not as a conscious choice, but because it felt easier there. My insecurities were invisible. I didn’t haave to explain myself, didn’t have to stand out, didn’t have to take up space. That applied to everything, in my private life and at work. I was there, I understood things, I observed… but I was never really part of it. It was quiet, controlled, safe.

And still, there was something I was always good at: helping others. Listening, understanding, seeing things from the outside when someone else is stuck on the inside. That always felt natural, even when everything else didn’t.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝

At some point, something shifted. Not suddenly, not loudly, more like a door opening just a little. I started to show myself, to be more honest than I had ever been. As a tgirl, as part of the trans community, as someone who didn’t want to exist only in the background anymore. It felt unfamiliar, but also freeing, because for the first time something became possible that hadn’t been there before: being seen.

And that changed things. People didn’t just pass by. They stayed. Conversations started, connections formed, trust grew. Nothing dramatic, just small, real moments that slowly added up.

I love creating images, that’s my passion. Over time, that grew into writing articles, stories, even building apps, things that just developed naturally from it. But that’s not the reason I’m here. Those things are just the beginning, a door. What matters is what happens after.

𝐌𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞

Sometimes someone just sends me a short message. A simple “thank you”. Nothing big. And I sit there, read it, and feel it land. Not because I’m looking for validation, but because it shows that what I do actually reaches someone. In those moments, there’s no doubt, no comparing, it’s enough that it mattered to that one person.

I never wanted to be in the center of anything, and a part of me still doesn’t. That instinct to step back is still there. But this isn’t about being the center. It’s about being present, about holding space where people can exist without having to pretend.

The people I’ve met here have become important to me. And that also means there’s risk in it. The closer people get, the more you can lose. For a long time I avoided that by keeping distance. If nothing gets close, nothing can hurt you. It’s safe… but it’s also empty.

𝐍𝐨𝐰

Now it’s different. I let people get closer, even knowing what that means. And it still feels more right than staying at a distance ever did.

I’m here because I believe it’s worth finding ways for people to connect. To show that there is more here than just content and numbers. That something can exist between all of that, something that actually lasts.

And maybe that’s the point that matters to me: it shouldn’t matter if you’re loud or quiet, outgoing or reserved, neurodivergent or neurotypical, what you look like, what you believe in, or whether you see yourself as human, fox, cat, or anything in between. What matters is how we treat each other. And honestly, most people here are good people.

You just don’t see it at first glance. Not while scrolling, not just through content. You see it when you take a step closer, when you take a moment, when you start a conversation. Some people might even be waiting for that. For someone to knock, gently, and ask if they can come in for a moment.

𝐓𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐭

I’m not saying you have to do that. I’m just saying it’s an option. And sometimes that small step is enough for something real to happen.

When I catch myself wondering what I’m even doing here, I remind myself why we post anything at all. It’s not just about showing something.
It’s also about being seen. And maybe, somewhere on the other side, someone is waiting for that knock on the door.

The reason I’m still here is you.

And that’s enough to stay. 🌸