This “blog” is arriving a few days later than I planned. All I can really say is that depression is a bitch (sorry, Mom).

A quote I’ve been holding close lately comes from Virginia Woolf: “No need to be anybody but oneself.”

For a long time, I wasn’t myself. Somewhere along the way, I packed up the truest parts of me and tucked them out of sight. But over the past few years, that real version of me has been quietly breaking through and finding her way back.
 

And honestly? I love her.
 

She gets completely swept away to far-off places through books, movies, and shows. She’s always ready for a lightsaber duel. She still half-expects a Hogwarts letter to arrive any day now.
 

She’s the version of me I let go of once. And she’s the one who’s coming back — this time for good.
 

Please note: I do not support the views or beliefs of J. K. Rowling. She created a magical world that has meant a great deal to me, and I continue to find comfort in it. I’ve learned, for myself, to separate the art from the artist. I know not everyone agrees with that — and that’s okay. We’re all allowed to see things differently. If we agreed on everything, the world would be a much less interesting place.