🕯️ I Can’t Stay Here Anymore
A Decade. A Bar. A Breakdown. A Beginning. At the end of June, a milestone passed. Ten years. Ten years of pouring pieces of myself into a dream that never quite took shape the way I’d hoped. Ten years of running a bar with my sister, fighting to make something sustainable, creative, and community-rooted in a system that rewards burnout and punishes softness. For most of those ten years, I was also in a relationship that drained me in quieter, more insidious ways. The kind of relationship where you wake up one day and realize you don’t recognize your voice anymore. That ended two years ago. But the echoes of it? The collateral damage? Still here. Still haunting the house I rented thinking it could become a home. 🏚️ The Haunted House I moved into this place with hope. It had space. It had charm. I thought, “Maybe this is where I rebuild.” Instead, it became a graveyard for all the things I tried to salvage: The relationship The business My sanity My self-wor...