Seeing the Laughter Inside the Pain
Life is not about knowing who you are or whether everything will be okay.
Life is not about knowing who you are or whether everything will be okay.
I write for people who feel deeply and refuse to stay unseen. For the ones who look strong on the outside while carrying a sensitivity that can feel like both a blessing and a burden. For those who have spent years trying to understand themselves, because I have too, and
For the first time, I let myself sing.
On identity and how easily you can become a version of yourself built from noise, validation and repetition.
I began to notice the ways I kept erasing myself.
Inspired by the writing prompt from Nimila the Inferno for ///// THE CUT ///// Let THE CUT be at the center of it. What does the cut evoke? What does it change, reveal, hide, return? Where does it hurt? Why does it stay? For every cut that marked my skin, for the
I threw away those rotten roses, white and red.
A lullaby
On Waking After Winter
Perhaps the truth you escape, but pretend to seek?
Days stretched wide, heaviness weighed my chest down, pressed me onto my bed, forced me to dive under my duvet with the burden of an empty calendar for the day, and every other day after. On one morning, light invaded my sight, my eyelids waged a quiet war with waking
Give yourself permission to write the piece you’ve been postponing.