Deeper She Was Me [ 2024 ]

She wasn't hiding. She was waiting.

Only the deep.

And when I finally stopped swimming against the current of myself, I understood: every layer I peeled back, every shadow I stepped into—it wasn't me finding her. deeper she was me

Only me.

It was her becoming me.

The deeper I went, the less she felt like a stranger and the more she felt like a memory my bones had kept without telling me. Deeper, and her voice became my first language. Deeper, and the walls I'd built turned out to be mirrors.

She was the bottom.

I used to think she lived at the bottom of me—a small, silent thing buried under years of politeness and noise. But I was wrong.