Admitting Truths While Revising Each Line
Some days revising feels like sneaking little truths past myself. I’m sitting at my tiny…
Kabal Briar Triggered by a Scene I Can’t Unsee
You ever get caught off guard by a scene and suddenly you’re thirteen again, living…
Held by Familiar Places, Seen Anew
There’s a certain comfort that lives in the places I know best. The ones that…
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…