Seeing the Laughter Inside the Pain
Life is not about knowing who you are or whether everything will be okay.
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About This Space: For Those Who Refuse To Stay Unseen
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
In the Meantime, We’ll Always Have Florence
For the first time, I let myself sing.
This Time, I’ll Do It My Way
On identity and how easily you can become a version of yourself built from noise, validation and repetition.
I Was Not Chosen Because I Did Not Choose Myself
I began to notice the ways I kept erasing myself.
The Same Cut
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
The Winter I Failed This Self
I threw away those rotten roses, white and red.
Hush, little boy
A lullaby
What If It Was Always Summer?
On Waking After Winter
What Is It That You’re Hiding From?
Perhaps the truth you escape, but pretend to seek?
The Path I Didn’t Take
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
Write It Anyway Contest
Give yourself permission to write the piece you’ve been postponing.
Self-Reflection
Belonging, at What Cost
I became popular when I stopped trying.
Prose
The Kind of Love That Comes With Conditions
What am I carrying forward? What am I leaving behind?
contemporary poetry
I Survived
A memory that would not hold
Prose
I Ghosted Myself
On never growing up, ayahuasca, and inner child transformation
dreams
Dreams From Imi, Vol. 3
On dreams, identity, and the unseen self
perfectionism
But I Am A Writer Now
On perfectionism, fragility, and the voice I almost overlooked
Literary Short Story
When the Thunder Returned
A short story about being alive
dualism
The Insomnia Plague
On restlessness, identity, and the two minds we learn to live with
Psychological writing
That’s Why I Picked Up My Pen
On self-erasure, performance, and the courage to return to yourself
Jungian psychology
Dreams From Imi, Vol. 2
On power, survival, and the possibility of movement
contemporary poetry
Between Day and Dusk
Where light falters and something remains
Psychological writing
The Places I Learned to Stand Half-Seen
On the patterns we learn early, and the ones we keep repeating without realising