This piece was written as a letter — from who I am now, to who I was during a severe depressive episode related to bipolar disorder. I’m sharing it not as recovery content, nor as proof of resilience, but as an act of honesty. There are parts of mental illness that don’t translate well into … Continue reading A Letter From the Future You Didn’t Believe In
This is my 44th time sitting down to write here. Not because I always felt clear or confident, but because returning — again and again — has become part of how I grow. Living with bipolar has shaped how I listen to myself, how I reflect, and how honestly I show up on the page. … Continue reading Continuance
"What I really do when I write is follow myself, and I'm doing it right now: I'm following myself without knowing what it will lead me to. Sometimes following myself is so hard. Because of following something that's still so nebulous. Sometimes I end up stopping." — Clarice Lispector It’s funny, I had a dream that I … Continue reading Nebulous
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