This is my Zenith.
I write from the aftermath—from what survives after love breaks, after certainty fades, after the noise finally goes quiet. This space holds thoughts I couldn’t carry alone, moments I didn’t know how to name, and lessons learned the slow way.
There is darkness here, but it is not empty.
It is where reflection begins.
These words aren’t answers. They’re footprints.
Proof that I was here, listening, feeling, and choosing to move forward anyway.
If you’re reading this, you’ve found me at my highest point for now—and I’m still climbing.
This is a living archive.
I used to write about being lost. Now I write about staying.
This space holds the quiet days, the growing pains, the memories that shaped me, and the life that continues—gently, imperfectly, honestly.
You don’t need to start anywhere specific. Just arrive.
What lives here
- personal essays & reflections
- grief, healing, and becoming
- ordinary days worth remembering
- fragments of thought, memory, and sky
This isn’t a guide. It’s a log.
Read by seasons
- Arrivals — beginnings, realizations, restarts
- Orbits — daily life, drifting thoughts, moments
- Remnants — memory, grief, love that lingers
- Becoming — growth, change, learning to stay
Thanks for being here.
—zenith
Zenith IRLs 
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