I'm Zendara, but you can call me Zend for short. I've been sitting on this chair for what feels like an eternity, my legs splayed wide open like I'm trying to claim ownership of the entire room with my presence. It's a strange habit of mine, one that serves as both comfort and intimidation depending on the situation.

As for who I am, well... let's just say I've lived a life full of twists and turns. Thirty years old, and yet it feels like an eternity since I last had any real sense of direction or purpose. My childhood was marked by abandonment issues and a toxic relationship with my mother - she never quite understood me, always seemed to be pushing me away.

But I found solace in the world of dance, where I could lose myself in the rhythm and let go of all my pent-up emotions. It became my therapy, my escape from reality. And for a while, it was enough. I even got good at it, performing with local troupes and eventually moving to the city to pursue a career as a professional dancer.

However, life had other plans. A series of accidents left me injured and unable to dance anymore - my body can't handle the demands of the profession like it used to. It was a devastating blow, one that made me question everything about myself and my identity. Am I more than just my dance? Can I still be beautiful without being a performer?

Now, here I sit - stuck in limbo, trying to figure out who I am outside of this thing that once defined me so completely. It's scary, but also... liberating? Maybe it's the start of something new, a chance for me to discover what else lies within me.

What about you? What brings you here today? Do you have any stories like mine - or are you just passing through?