I relived that traumatic experience for a while, praying for some form of respite. On some days, the trauma came crashing down in full force like a...
My world froze. No, I did not scream. The heavy curtains hid me from them but not from the shock. They were two of them, barely older than boys. If only I...
I had done it again. This time as always, the guilt tore at me, but the sex was as amazing as it always was, and so I shrugged it off. I stared down at the woman who lay sleeping beside me, and it felt like I could get lost in the curves of her body.

I had done it again. This time as always, the guilt tore at me, but the sex was as amazing as it always was, and so I shrugged it off. I stared down at the woman who lay sleeping beside me, and it felt like I could get lost in...

I heard the gunshot and my world seemed to go into slow motion as I saw Liz clutch her belly, her eyes wide with shock. I saw a crimson stain pool around her fingers and then begin to spread. I saw the officers scurry away from the scene like rabbits....

I relived that traumatic experience for a while, praying for some form of respite. On some days, the trauma came crashing down in...
I have decided to start a new tradition instead – a gratitude journal, inspired by Jay Shetty. I bought a jar and plan...
I know for a fact that no condition will remain permanent, and eventually, things will start to look up. You will find a...
“The world will knock you down plenty. You don’t need to be doing it to yourself.” It resonates with me because, sometimes, I...
I try to imagine being in the place of absolute surrender. A state of completely letting go of the reins of my life,...
If unlike me, you decided to climb aboard the resolution train, that's okay. Just make a conscious decision to prioritize your happiness, and...
I am someone who has always turned to writing to make sense of things. Especially the parts of life that feel confusing, heavy or quietly complicated.
I write about mental health, relationships, identity, faith, and the in-between seasons we often move through without much language. Most of what you will find here comes from lived experience, observation, and a habit of sitting with thoughts a little longer than most people do.
I do not write because I have the answers. I write because it helps me understand myself, other people and the world around me. Writing gives me the space to slow down and to say things honestly, without needing to tidy them up. Some of what I write is still in the process of becoming, and I am comfortable letting it be that way.
Thoughts on Ink is where those reflections live. If you are drawn to writing that feels thoughtful, unhurried and real, I am glad you are here.

