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No One Tells You Healing Feels Like Nailing Your Own Coffin Shut
A Meditation on grief. The Year of the Snake opened with an invitation befitting its creature: to shed old skin. The skin it wanted me to shed was the victimhood I had clung to my whole life. It implored to address the grief I had pushed down into myself. The grief I didn’t want to…
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What’s More Spooky Than Halloween? Publishing Your Thoughts for the World to See.
How do I feel about inviting an unknown stranger to peek into my world? Not great. As an introvert, there’s something inherently uncomfortable about putting myself out there, even if it’s just through words. I can already hear the internal monologue: “Will people think I’m lame? What’s the point of publishing when diaries exist?” And…