Returning to the World

Five years of chronic pain, grief, and loss. Now, finally, a return. An essay on shadow work, healing, boundaries, and what it feels like to come back to yourself.

The Invisible Goodbye 

But you... you pressed your thumb into me as if testing for weakness, never realizing that you bruised me each time with your paradox, with the heaviness of your unresolved self. #poetry

A Road-Trip To Somewhere No One Has Ever Been

Losing my brother crippled me. I laid my body beside his and sang to him about the goddesses as he passed away. I felt like a piece of me shattered with that loss.