Held by Familiar Places, Seen Anew
There’s a certain comfort that lives in the places I know best. The ones that…
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Kabal Briar Letters for the Body I’m Learning to Hold
It’s one of those afternoons where I can actually hear myself think. I’m sitting on…
Being Here in My Own Skin
I woke up this morning with my cheek pressed into the pillow, feeling the pillowcase…
When Words Become Memory As I Write
Lately, I keep circling this phrase in my head: when words become memory as I…
Screens Spark Trust Before People Do
It’s wild how sometimes I’ll trust a TV character with my feelings before I trust…
When Writing Stings Before It Soothes
Sometimes writing feels like letting a bee land on my hand, hoping it’ll just rest…
Learning to Accept My Sensitive Self
Today I noticed I still apologize for being sensitive. It slips out so easily, like…
Screens Spark Feelings Before People Do
Sometimes I think my phone knows my heart before I do. Screens spark feelings before…
Home is Where You Truly See Me
Home is where you truly see me. Not just the version I iron out for…
Tender Shields Beneath My Quiet Skin
I woke up today tired in a way that felt old, like the kind of…