I Am Enough

There's not much more I can add.

I've spent my whole life measuring my worth based on what others think of me.

Am I successful enough? Smart enough? Worthy enough?

My mind never stops moving. It stops me from achieving things, and every failure is quickly transformed into another expectation. A never-ending cycle.

I'm never satisfied. My body can't keep up with it, and every day feels like I'm standing at the starting line once again.

But there is no finish line to that race.

I need a place where I can scream if I want to, dance if I want to, or just be plain and simple silly.

A place where I don't have to ask for external validation.

A place where I can simply be.

I was brought up in the rural landscape of post-communist Romania, in a deeply religious environment. It shaped me in many ways, some beautiful and some painful. Somewhere along the way, I developed a version of myself with a warped sense of self-esteem.

I knew from a very young age that I was different, but that is one part of me I never carried as a burden. There's no such thing as normal.

The idea that I had to earn love and somehow give it a material value, compounded by the lack of stable parental figures in a generation stuck in a transitional limbo, landed me in a place where I could never be enough.

Everything in my life was precocious, and the person I became was not fully aligned with the person I was.

So I had to escape, and this blog is part of that escape.

Not from reality, but from the pressure I put on myself to become someone else.

Manchester, 2026

The Practice of Seeing is my attempt to be more present.

To slow down and collect moments I can remember.

To teach my body, there is a way to escape this never-ending fight or flight mode.

To learn that my value is intrinsic, and I don't need to look at myself through the eyes of other people.

I want to learn to see for myself.

And maybe one day, with the help of a camera, I won't just think that I am enough.

I will feel it.