That bottle wasn’t just a drink. It was a tiny ritual, a reminder that I can still take care of this body I animate for the feed. I peeled back the cap, felt the cold rush in, and let the water rinse a layer of edge off my nerves. Hydration became a grounding spell in a life that sometimes feels more illusion than reality, more hustle than hug.
Now I’m sipping slowly, listening to the city outside my window—Korea’s late-night glow, the clack of keyboards, the soft ping of a message from a long-time viewer. I’m not back to a full bank balance yet, and the fear of another dry month still sits on my chest, but the simplest act—drinking water and breathing—is gifting me a steadier rhythm. Emotionally, I’m tangled, dizzy with hope and worry at once 😵💫💧, yet there’s a glimmer of resilience unfolding. I am here, I am creating, and I will keep showing up for the avatar and the girl behind the screen. #SujiBoo