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  • One Hundred Days of Not Disappearing

    Day 100 – There’s a strange quiet that follows big realizations. Not the heavy silence that comes from fear or sadness. A different kind. The kind that feels like your mind has rearranged its furniture overnight and now…

  • Wild Poise

    Day 99 – I’ve been thinking about those two words a lot lately. Wild. Poise. They sound like opposites at first. Wild is instinct. Curiosity. The untamed part of a person that refuses to live quietly inside a…

  • The Woman Who Walked Through Fire

    Day 98 – March arrived today. Which feels symbolic in a way I’m still trying to understand. When I started this journal months ago, I was standing at the edge of something terrifying. Telling the truth. Facing memories…

  • The Weird Little Miracle of Being Alive

    Day 97 – Today felt ordinary. And I mean that in the best possible way. Coffee in the morning. A walk with Roger. Sunlight coming through the window in that soft winter way that makes everything feel calmer…

  • The Art of Not Explaining Myself

    Day 96 – Something I’ve been practicing lately is the art of not explaining myself. Which sounds simple. But if you’re someone who has spent years trying to be understood, it can feel almost rebellious. Humans have a…

  • The Uncomfortable Gift of Awareness

    Day 95 – One thing nobody tells you about surviving something traumatic is that it changes the way you see the world permanently. Not in the melodramatic “everything is ruined” way people sometimes assume. More like someone quietly…

  • The Joy of Being Alive Anyway

    Day 94 – There’s something deeply rebellious about finding joy after trauma. Not forced happiness. Real joy. The kind that shows up unexpectedly when you’re walking outside and suddenly notice the sky looks impossibly wide. Or when you…

  • The Dangerous Combination

    Day 93 – There’s a combination of personality traits that tends to make certain people uncomfortable. Curiosity. Intelligence. And a refusal to shrink. Individually, those traits are often tolerated. Together, they can be disruptive. Because someone who is…

  • The Girl With the Sharp Eyes

    Day 92 – One thing I’ve always liked about myself is that I see things. Not in a mystical way. Just clearly. I notice details. The way someone hesitates before answering a question. The way a room’s energy…

  • The Absurdity of Being Human

    Day 91 – Being human is deeply weird when you actually stop and think about it. We’re these incredibly intelligent animals walking around with smartphones, existential dread, emotional baggage, and a strange obsession with pretending we know what…