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Unfolding Me: A Letter Through the Highs and Lows
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Ongoing, First published Apr 30
This isn't a love story.
This is a letter.

A letter from a girl who smiles in the morning and cries herself to sleep.
From someone who laughs too loud to hide the silence inside.
Who's been brave and broken, happy and hurting-sometimes all at once.

In these pages, she opens up about her anxiety, her quiet battles, her moments of joy, the things she's embarrassed to say out loud, and the feelings she tried to bury.

This is her truth-unfiltered, honest, and vulnerable.
And maybe, somewhere between her words, you'll find a piece of yourself, too.

"Unfolding Me" is not just her story. It's a letter for anyone who's ever felt too much
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They told me to stay quiet. To smile, to endure, to bury the words that burned inside me. But silence is heavy. And sometimes the only way to survive is to write the things no one wants to hear. This book is a collection of truths-raw, tender, and unapologetically human. It speaks of invisible wounds, love that aches, hope that refuses to die, and the quiet rebellion of being yourself in a world that demands masks. If you've ever felt too much, stayed unheard, or carried a storm inside- these words are for you.