Welcome to the Fire

This isn’t a cry for help.
It’s a place to let my truths breathe.

You can call me K.
Or don’t call me anything. I didn’t start this blog to be found, I started it to stop feeling lost.

Here’s what I will say:
I’ve carried stories in my skin. Some you’d call scars. Some I carry deep within.

I’ve learned to perform fine. I’ve learned to crack a joke when I want to scream. I’ve mastered the art of holding myself together while crumbling quietly. High-functioning sadness. Quiet survival. You name it, I’ve probably worn it.

This blog?
It’s for the girl I keep writing in third person.
The one I distance from because if I let her too close, I’ll feel too much.
But she’s me. And she’s tired of being silenced.

So here I am… not to explain everything. Not to unpack all my trauma in one post. But to tell you:
If you’re reading this and you’ve ever wanted to scream into the void
I get it.

This space will be part poetry, part journal, part firestarter.
Ballads & Burn Marks – because the beauty and the pain coexist here.

No pressure to read, comment, or care.
But if you do? Welcome.
You’re not alone.