The garden behind the wall.I spent most of my childhood walking along the edges of a wall. Not a literal wall, though there were plenty of those in our small…2d agoA response icon12d agoA response icon1
The house I built for my self.I grew up believing that life owed me clarity. That if I worked hard, followed the rules, and never asked too many questions, everything…Nov 7A response icon3Nov 7A response icon3
The stranger on the bridge.There are different kinds of silence. Some heal you: others haunt you.Nov 3A response icon1Nov 3A response icon1
Finding my way back.There was a time when I thought I knew who I was. My life was neatly arranged — busy, full, and loud enough to drown out any whisper of…Nov 2A response icon1Nov 2A response icon1
Between loss and peace.I had always imagined that life would follow a neat and predictable path — study, work, love, maybe a family. But life has a way of…Nov 1Nov 1
The weight between breaths.I remember the first time I really understood what depression felt like. I was seventeen, and it wasn’t some dramatic, cinematic moment —…Oct 31A response icon1Oct 31A response icon1
The rage I didn’t know how to hold.Anger is never just anger — it’s pain wearing armor, screaming to be understood.Oct 30A response icon2Oct 30A response icon2
Living with a mind that won’t stop.I woke up one morning feeling my chest tight, my heart racing before my eyes even opened. It wasn’t a dream. It wasn’t a memory. It was…Oct 29A response icon6Oct 29A response icon6
How I learned to stop fixing everyone.I remember one afternoon sitting in a small cafe, the kind where the small of coffe and pastries lingers in the ait like a warm hug. Across…Oct 28A response icon2Oct 28A response icon2
Love isn’t always about holding on.They met on a cold evening in November, under a flickering streetlight, outside a cafe that had already closed. Neither of them was…Oct 27A response icon2Oct 27A response icon2