Mouthy: Rediscovering My Voice and Owning My Space
Mouthy began as a quiet rebellion against the world's insistence on my silence. Discover the…
n8n Tracing Sunday Mornings: Performance, Pressure, and Personal Truths
Every Sunday felt like a silent performance, dictated by unseen scripts and careful choreography. Yet,…
The Sanctuary of the Everyday: Finding Truth in the Bathroom
Within the plain walls of a simple bathroom lies a truth-telling sanctuary. Here, identity strips…
Learning to Stay When I Want to Leave
I almost left the group chat today. Nothing big happened. I just saw the little…
Kabal Briar Seen and Held by Those Who Remain
Sometimes I think about what it means to be seen, the way the sun finds…
My Body Carried Me Through Storms I Feared Were Final
There’s a weird peace in making tea at 7pm, knowing full well I’ll be up…
Unexpected Joy After Watching That Scene
I didn’t expect my heart to get a little brighter just from a sitcom rerun,…
Letting the Poem Lead My Pen
Sometimes I sit at my little desk and just let the poem take the wheel.…
Holding On to Gentle Moments
Today I noticed how I keep pausing in the middle of washing dishes, just to…
Admitting Truths While Revising Each Line
Some days revising feels like sneaking little truths past myself. I’m sitting at my tiny…