I Don’t Balance Writing and Parenting—I Let Both Burn While I Survive
If you’ve ever tried to write something meaningful while a teenager yells “What’s for dinner?” through the door, this one’s […]
If you’ve ever tried to write something meaningful while a teenager yells “What’s for dinner?” through the door, this one’s […]
This post is part of my series on authenticity, identity, and the cost of visibility. If you’re new here, start
This post is part of my series on authenticity, identity, and the cost of visibility. If you’re new here, start
“I disappeared for two months because I was drowning, and I’m done pretending that’s a metaphor.” August brought me 27
As July closed its chapter, I found myself sitting in the stillness—heart racing, mind spinning, body exhausted—trying to make sense
Welcome to the Roller Coaster You’ve probably heard the term “neurodivergent” buzzing around lately. It’s a fancy way of saying
I’m 43 and have worked my ass off since I was 17—pizza delivery, car wash grunt, upper-level manager, healthcare, bookkeeping,