CandeeB Talking

I didn’t overthink it. My body felt it first. Before I could explain what was wrong. Before I could logic my way through it. Before I could talk myself out of it, my body already knew. That tightness in my chest. The subtle drop in my stomach. The shift in my energy that I couldn’t name but couldn’t ignore. For a long time, I used to call that anxiety. I told myself I was being dramatic, sensitive, or triggered. I’d try to rationalize the feeling away, convincing myself I wa

There’s a good chance nobody is reading this and strangely enough, I’m okay with that. This blog is basically my online journal. Public, yes but still mine. A place where I get to tell the truth without editing myself for consumption. Without worrying if it’s good enough, relatable enough, or “worth” someone’s time. There’s something powerful about writing without an audience in mind. It takes the pressure off. It lets me be honest instead of impressive. It reminds me that my

I’m in the season where school finally feels like something I can do and actually complete. Not rushed. Not forced. Just real. And at the same time, I’m thinking about money because of course I am. Bills don’t pause just because you’re trying to evolve. I’ve been looking into a bartending class, something I’ve been interested in for a while. The classes start soon, and I was talking it through with a friend. In the middle of the conversation, they challenged me not harshly, b