Sometimes I really miss being a teenager. Not because it was easy—God, it was anything but that. It was messy and confusing and loud and full of questions I didn't know how to ask, let alone answer. I had no clue who I was or what I wanted. I was just stumbling around in the dark, tripping over mistakes and feelings and expectations. But even with all that chaos, there was something real about it. Something raw. Honest. Like, even when I screwed up, at least it felt like my screw-up, you know?
I think about that time a lot. The way I got lost in trying to grow up too fast—thinking if I acted older, maybe I'd finally feel more in control. Spoiler alert: I didn't. And getting married? That just flipped my whole world upside down. It stole time from me. Time I didn't even realize I needed. T
