Hi. I'm Iris Sinclair.
I overthink, observe too much, and pretend I'm fine like it's a full-time job.
I'm the quiet kind of chaos-the type that notices everything but says very little. I read people better than books, trust slowly, and remember things I probably shouldn't. Silence is my comfort zone, not my weakness.
I don't chase attention, but I somehow attract it. Maybe it's the mystery. Maybe it's the emotional damage. Who knows.
I live somewhere between logic and feelings, light and dark, hope and denial. I love deeply, detach faster, and hate pretending. I'm not here to be perfect-I'm here to be honest.
This isn't a story about being fearless.
It's about surviving your own mind... and still choosing to feel.
Welcome inside.