So I’m turning 28.

Here’s a little secret most people don’t know about me. I can’t even count the number of times I almost died. This is not an exaggeration. People ask me, how could you want to just end everything? You have your whole life ahead of you, you’re good at writing, and you’re so happy all the … Continue reading So I’m turning 28.


Coffee with ghosts

I asked myself why I stopped writing last year and the answers were revealing. Some days, there are just too many ghosts. It’s difficult to imagine typing out what you’re really thinking when the other half of your brain is imagining her reading what you write and mocking you for being sentimental. Don’t listen to … Continue reading Coffee with ghosts