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My brain is “cooked,” I joke

because the truth is hard to say.

Three hundred tabs behind my eyes, and none of them will go away.

I know the trends before they break,

the songs, the sounds, the dance, the face.

I wear them like a borrowed coat that fits me in the wrong kind of place.

Everyone’s highlight reel looks bright.

Mine’s the behind-the-scenes.

But no one posts the 2 a.m. thoughts, or what “I’m fine” really means.

So here’s the thing I’m learning slow:

I’m not a trend, I’m not a feed.

I’m allowed to log off, rest, and still succeed.

You’re more than what you scroll through. So, say it out loud. And keep saying it until it makes you proud.