Higgsfiled, Hailu, Krea Prompt: I stumbled on an old journal entry today—felt like a punch to the gut. Someone I looked up to once told me I was "too much." It broke me. Back then, I wrote through tears, bleeding words of despair. Funny how words can cut like daggers—but they can also ignite art. That moment stuck. I wondered—could I turn it into a song? Fired up Claude and ChatGPT, hammered out a concept, and it worked. Now, I’m embracing those parts of me I used to hide. I wasn’t "too much"—I was always enough. – Sheri Dee