I Wasn’t Broken. I Just Hadn’t Built Anything Yet.

I grew up lost and awkward. Not in a dramatic way.

No tragic backstory. Just a quiet, constant feeling that I didn’t quite belong anywhere.

I was the kid who floated between groups but never really landed. Always a little off.

Always a little unsure. I watched other people talk confidently about what they wanted to be, what they were good at, where they were headed.

I nodded along. I didn’t have that clarity.