There will be moments when sleeping will be preferred to being awake. Times when the darkness will hold more appeal than the light....
Dear Troll, I just thought to pen this note to you. I try to understand you. I really do. But I still come...
“You will never amount to anything. I don’t know why you even bother because you will never measure up. You don’t have what...
I’ve lived a quiet, lonely life. Well, right until my new neighbour moved in. Patricia did not wait for an invitation before bursting...
“Don’t worry, when he shows up, you’ll know in a heartbeat that he’s “the one”. And your heart will feel at home in...
Haven’t we all been there? That moment we swallow the emphatic “NO” back in, almost choking from the impulse to blurt it out....
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.
