I’ve been thinking about the name I chose for this blog, “Flightless Bird.” It’s kind of funny because on the surface it sounds really dramatic, like I’m some majestic creature grounded by circumstance. But honestly? Some days I just feel like a bird who never learned to fly.

I don’t mean that in a sad, hopeless way (well, not always). It’s more like I’m stuck in this limbo – watching other people soar while I’m still trying to figure out how to take off. My wings work… sort of. But they feel heavy, like I’m carrying the weight of my own expectations, my fear, and everything I’m supposed to be by now.

For me, being “flightless” means I’m still figuring things out. I’m still trying to grow, to heal, to step into the version of myself I want to be. Some days, that feels possible. Other days, it feels like my feet are glued to the ground.

If you’ve ever felt stuck, alone, or just a little lost, I hope this blog helps you feel less alone. If nothing else, I hope it reminds you that even flightless birds can dream of open skies.

Thanks for being here.♡