I’ve built something I love, something I’m deeply proud of. But some nights, I lie awake wondering—what if it all disappeared? If social media vanished tomorrow, what would remain? What would truly last? I love sharing my life online, but I often wonder—what if I had chosen privacy over presence? Who would I be without the digital version of me? Would I feel more free... or more unseen? Moving to Italy was far more challenging than I could have ever imagined. There were moments I questioned if I made the right choice, times I felt like starting over would be easier. And yet, I still choose to stay. To build. To belong. I’ve healed my skin, transformed my gut health, and rebuilt my body from the inside out. And yet... anxiety still lingers. It sneaks in when life feels too loud, too uncertain. So I return to my rituals, my breath, my grounding—over and over again. Even though I’ve been on a self-love journey for years, there are still days I catch myself being my own worst critic. I have to pause, recenter, and remind myself: I am worthy of softness. I am worthy of love. I never saw myself living in Florence. I never thought I’d build a life halfway across the world. And I have no idea where we’ll plant roots for good. The unknown used to scare me. Now? It feels like an open-ended love story.