Day 13 – Today was strangely reflective. The kind of reflective where you catch yourself staring at the wall like you’re in a dramatic indie film, except really you’re just thinking about twelve things at once and none of them are subtle. I’ve been busy. Busy in that “driven by an unseen engine” way. Busy…

Day 12 – I’m not even sure how to talk about today. It was Friday. That’s about the only neutral fact I have. Everything else felt like a tight, shaking breath I couldn’t release. I still haven’t heard anything. Nothing from the detective. Nothing about the case. Nothing about the man who changed my life…

Day 11 – Today was difficult in a way I’ve never experienced before. Not because something catastrophic happened, but because I happened. All at once. In too many directions. On emotional frequencies I haven’t learned how to translate yet. I woke up thinking about my relationships. Not abstractly. Not nostalgically. But urgently like they were…

Day 10 – This morning I woke up slower than usual. Not heavy, not panicked, just tired in that bone-deep, soft-focus way that makes you want to tiptoe into the day instead of barging into it. My body felt a little looser than it has in a while, like the emotional debris from earlier this…

Day 9 – Today felt like the emotional hum after thunder. That low, vibrating quiet where everything is still rearranging itself inside you. Not dramatic. Not poetic. Just honest. Yesterday carved something out of me, and this morning was the echo of that carving. I woke up heavy in the way truth makes you heavy.…

Day 8 – Today was awful. I’m not coating it in poetry or metaphor or clever phrasing. It was just hard in that bone-deep, chest-tight, pulse-spiking way where your entire body remembers things you didn’t ask it to. I woke up already bracing like my nervous system held a meeting without me and voted unanimously…

Day 7 – Today felt like the gentlest shift. The kind you almost miss if you blink too hard. Not a breakthrough. Not fireworks. Just a tiny internal click, like some part of me finally remembered how to turn a wheel. Maybe it was the leftover snow softening the world. Maybe it was the quiet…

Day 6 – This morning felt different the moment I opened my eyes. Not spiritually, not dramatically, but in that subtle, eerie way the world shifts right before snow. That particular hush. That suspended breath the air takes for reasons only the sky understands. And sure enough, when I pulled back the curtain, tiny white…

Day 5 – Today is Black Friday, which means the entire world is vibrating like an overstimulated ferret screaming “SALE! BUY! CONSUME!” Meanwhile, I woke up with a very different internal memo: Softness only. No chaos. No crowds. No being hunted down by fluorescent lighting in a department store like I owe it money. Past-me…

Day 4 – Today feels different. Not cinematic-different. The sky didn’t open, an eagle didn’t land on my balcony with a message from the universe, and I didn’t suddenly understand the meaning of life. No. Today is different in that tiny, barely-noticeable, deeply suspicious way… like something inside me finally exhaled after holding its breath…