The Path that Formed Me I didn’t “pick bad people.” I picked familiar nervous systems—people whose emotional vacancy felt like home, because that’s what I
I’m finally recognizing how validity gets measured not necessarily by the truth of what’s said, but by the composure of the person saying it. My
The Truth That Cannot Be Erased For over a decade, this space has been my witness. For a multitude of reasons, outside of what has
Over the years, my children’s father, my mother, and my sister communicated and met without me. This alliance was formed in the shadows. There was