Reflections from the middle—on identity, resilience, and starting over with strength.
Welcome to my corner of the internet.
In high school, I moved right before my junior year, from Euclid to Warrensville. New hallways. New faces. New rhythm. And somehow, even with hundreds of students around me, I felt invisible.
One unexpected moment turned into a near-death experience.
Being the middle child in a big family means you learn early how to listen, how to adapt, and how to find your voice—because if you don’t, it’s easy to get lost in the noise.
Brufay 