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There’s something about poetry that I’ve never quite been able to explain and maybe that’s the point. Poetry doesn’t ask you to understand it, It asks you to feel it, and I’ve always loved that. Even if I don’t read it as often as I wish I did. I don’t sit down every night with Read more
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I Wasn’t Supposed to Be That Person There are certain lines we draw in our minds about who we will never become. I wasn’t supposed to be someone who struggled with opioids.Not supposed to be someone who knew that quiet, seductive relief.Definitely not someone who understood how quickly “just this once” becomes something else entirely. Read more
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For most of my life… For most of my life, I didn’t know I was dyslexic.I just knew that reading and writing felt harder for me than they seemed to be for everyone else. It wasn’t until my junior year of high school that something happened—unexpected, uncomfortable, and oddly clarifying—that changed how I understood my Read more
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Over the years, I’ve witnessed a pattern that becomes impossible to unsee once you recognize it. It shows up quietly at first—during custody disputes, in carefully curated public appearances, and in children who learn early which version of themselves is safest to show. What often looks like “good parenting” on the outside can, in reality, Read more



