i took this screenshot today of my bank account today.
i paid some bills,
the person i stay with hit me with hidden surcharges (which fuckin’ annoys me tbh)…

…and i was left with 1.00.
i was annoyed at first but then i felt a wave of “fuck it“.
i didn’t font this entry for sympathy or for shock value,
but for honesty.
this is the part many people don’t show us…

the part during major life transitions.

not when everything is lined up,
the money is flowing,
or when life feels secure.
it’s this point where:

things feel uncertain,
you’re tired,
and you’ve taken a few hits back to back.

this is one of those moments for me.

emotionally.
mentally.
financially.

…but instead of running from it,
or trying to flex like i got it like that,
i’m acknowledging it because this isn’t the end.

this is the reset.

ya’ll know i don’t feel ashamed.
i’ve lived enough life to know that anyone can end like this.

things shift.
people change.
situations collapse.

and now you’re on rih’s socials trying to rent cars,
pose at events,
and pretend everything is all good.
sometimes you have to rebuild from whatever is left.

today,
4/16/2026,
is officially where i’m starting from.

it’s not where i’m staying.
the first step is acknowledging where you are.
i’m “in-between blessings AF” or aka:

there is no partying,
no red carpets,
no trips,
or no flexxing for the socials.
it’s been just me,
climbing back up with bloody paws,
until i see the light again.

Foxhole,
if you’re in a season like this too,
just know:

starting over doesn’t mean you failed.

it just means life switched up and now:

it’s your move.

lowkey: i’m sure there is more people that can relate,
especially in this economy,
that can feel where i’m coming from.
you know i see you and i’m with you heavy.