I spent years trying to perfect every single piece of my life, holding myself to impossible standards, only to realize I was forging my own anchor. Every expectation I tried to meet and every version of myself I strove to build transformed into a tide, reaching up to pull me beneath the surface. It isn’t the world dragging me under—it is the relentless gravity of my own mind. As the depths close in, I’m left to wonder: lies liberation at the bottom of this descent, or is this the brutal birth of true greatness?