It’s 2 AM, the world outside is silent, but inside my mind, it’s a whirlwind. I’m wrapped in the comfort of my favorite music, each note pulling at something deep within me. The words of my favorite story blur together, and suddenly, I’m lost in its world as if I’ve lived it a thousand times before. Tears fall, but somehow, they don’t feel like weakness. They feel like release, like I’m finally letting myself feel everything I’ve been holding back. My chest tightens with the weight of it all, but then, unexpectedly, I giggle, a soft, almost painful laugh escaping me. I’m overwhelmed—so consumed by all these emotions, these contradictions—and yet, in this chaos, I find solace. There’s something safe about the storm, something familiar in this tangled mess of joy, sorrow, and everything in between. This is where I belong.