I Am Who I Say I Am
I Am Who I Say I Am
A State of Limbo
It felt as if I pressed the fast forward button on my youth — and I desperately wanted to rewind. I found myself grieving made and unmade memories.
Anything? Anywhere? One at a Time.
In this new year, let’s end the cycles of toxicity, learn to embrace letting go of control and adopt healthy habits.
22: the terrible twos
Birthdays are always fun when they are not yours. That’s when the addition of an extra candle does not feel like an ominous reminder of unaccomplished goals and time running out.
Insomniac Turned Dreamer
Seeing many midnights over those years created a sense of melancholy that I used to think fed my creativity. I thought that I needed to be in that state of haze between exhaustion and wakefulness.