December 5, 2021/
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No parent deserves this kind of pain; the agony of burying a child who died a senseless death. Nothing we can say or...
No parent deserves this kind of pain; the agony of burying a child who died a senseless death. Nothing we can say or...
I could hardly believe the news when it finally came; the wait had been a long one. I had almost forgotten the feeling...
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.
