The dream that never wore heals
I used to say I was almost a model. I never had a contract. Never walked a runway. Never got a single callback. But I had dreams taller than my 5’8″ frame, and a belief that maybe—just maybe—someone would see something in me before I had to beg them to. It started small. People would […]
Read MoreThe birth of Catharsia
Where broken dreams go to speak.Some dreams don’t die with fire.They die in silence.They die in inboxes, in unfinished notebooks, in quiet bedrooms, and crowded minds.Catharsia was born from that silence — a digital sanctuary for unspoken pain, unrealized futures, and the aching echo of “what could have been.”—Why We ExistThere are names we whisper […]
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