top of page

Homecoming

Homecoming isn’t a final destination — it’s a state I returned to in moments, sometimes losing it, sometimes finding it again.
It’s where strength meets softness, where self-trust takes root, and where pride in who I’ve become rises above what I’ve endured.
These pieces are about arriving, not back to who I was, but forward into someone stronger, clearer, and wholly my own, even if I had to arrive there more than once.

Return to the Trail

Return to the Trail

Return to the Trail

My first hike of the year was so much more than I expected it to be.

Katherine Tatsuda

Oct 14, 20253 min read

Profoundly Human

Profoundly Human

Profoundly Human

We are all profoundly human.

Katherine Tatsuda

Oct 10, 20252 min read

The Epiphany

The Epiphany

The Epiphany

I've had an epiphany and it changes how I see.

Katherine Tatsuda

Oct 9, 20253 min read

I Do More Than Cry

I Do More Than Cry

I Do More Than Cry

Yes, I do more than cry or write or rage.

Katherine Tatsuda

Oct 3, 20252 min read

Truly Happy

Truly Happy

Truly Happy

Happiness has been walking beside me. Steady, true. Me.

Katherine Tatsuda

Sep 20, 20251 min read

I Was Bleeding Truth & Craving Comfort | A Look Back

I Was Bleeding Truth & Craving Comfort | A Look Back

I Was Bleeding Truth & Craving Comfort | A Look Back

Sometimes you have to look back to see how far you’ve come.

Katherine Tatsuda

Sep 17, 20252 min read

Not Interested

Not Interested

Not Interested

I’d rather walk alone in truth than hurry toward the wrong connection.

Katherine Tatsuda

Sep 17, 20252 min read

Close-up of shattered ice, jagged pieces reflecting light, symbolizing brokenness and clarity

Close-up of shattered ice, jagged pieces reflecting light, symbolizing brokenness and clarity

Things He Liked To Say | A Discussion on Needs

He liked to say he couldn’t meet my needs—and he was right, but not because I was needy.

Katherine Tatsuda

Sep 7, 20251 min read

A woman smiling in a sunflower field, holding a vibrant bouquet of red, orange, and yellow sunflowers. The sky is gray but bright, and her face radiates joy and freedom.

A woman smiling in a sunflower field, holding a vibrant bouquet of red, orange, and yellow sunflowers. The sky is gray but bright, and her face radiates joy and freedom.

Fracture & Bloom | From Heartbreak & Loss Came Freedom

Living a lifetime in expectation & legacy I have never been truly free. Until now.

Katherine Tatsuda

Sep 4, 20251 min read

A close-up of a Scrabble board mid-game, maroon tiles spelling words like “TAXING,” “TEDDY,” and “COILY,” with the edge of the game box and books visible on a wooden table.

A close-up of a Scrabble board mid-game, maroon tiles spelling words like “TAXING,” “TEDDY,” and “COILY,” with the edge of the game box and books visible on a wooden table.

Dear {Name Redacted} | A Moment of Vulnerability

A letter about what I wish we could take back and where I wish we could go from here.

Katherine Tatsuda

Sep 2, 20251 min read

A smiling woman with long dark hair and glowing skin sits on a couch in a sunlit room. She wears a white tank top and delicate necklace, her arm gently crossed over her chest. She looks directly at the camera with warmth, strength, and a peaceful presence. A colorful painting and scattered books are visible in the soft-focus background

A smiling woman with long dark hair and glowing skin sits on a couch in a sunlit room. She wears a white tank top and delicate necklace, her arm gently crossed over her chest. She looks directly at the camera with warmth, strength, and a peaceful presence. A colorful painting and scattered books are visible in the soft-focus background

I Turned A Corner Today

For the first time in a long time, I felt energized by what’s possible instead of weighed down by what was.

Katherine Tatsuda

Sep 1, 20252 min read

“A splintered tree trunk broken between two strong trees, sunlight filtering through the forest. A symbol of fractured integrity and the cost of hypocrisy.

“A splintered tree trunk broken between two strong trees, sunlight filtering through the forest. A symbol of fractured integrity and the cost of hypocrisy.

I Don't Like Being Lied To | A Question of Integrity

Integrity in one part of life cannot erase hypocrisy in another.

Katherine Tatsuda

Aug 30, 20252 min read

Nearly $10,000 worth of diamond jewelry held in the palm of a woman's hand. Three diamond necklaces and a pair of diamond studs.

Nearly $10,000 worth of diamond jewelry held in the palm of a woman's hand. Three diamond necklaces and a pair of diamond studs.

Guilt Gifts | The Diamonds

I felt special wearing such beautiful pieces given to me by a man I loved and respected deeply. I don't wear them anymore.

Katherine Tatsuda

Aug 30, 20253 min read

A woman in a white eyelet dress with a golden belt and layered gold necklaces smiles into a mirror. The soft light and gold accents reflect the poem’s imagery of golden strands, radiance, and inner wholeness.

A woman in a white eyelet dress with a golden belt and layered gold necklaces smiles into a mirror. The soft light and gold accents reflect the poem’s imagery of golden strands, radiance, and inner wholeness.

Golden Strands | Profound Devastation to Soul Transformation

The future burns bright—and I am its flame.

Katherine Tatsuda

Aug 17, 20252 min read

A warm, lived-in room with a glowing fire, blooming plants, and soft light—a small, safe corner carved out for rest and return.

A warm, lived-in room with a glowing fire, blooming plants, and soft light—a small, safe corner carved out for rest and return.

Homecoming

Coming home to yourself isn’t always easy. But it is possible—bit by bit, light by light.

Katherine Tatsuda

Aug 15, 20252 min read

Two glass bowls filled with frozen fruit, whipped cream, and a cherry on top sit side by side on a kitchen counter. The setting is warm and intimate, evoking a sense of shared ritual or relationship.

Two glass bowls filled with frozen fruit, whipped cream, and a cherry on top sit side by side on a kitchen counter. The setting is warm and intimate, evoking a sense of shared ritual or relationship.

I Thought I Was Ready

But even after years of healing, I still mistook toxicity for depth, and manipulation for love, until I finally stopped gaslighting myself and believed me

Katherine Tatsuda

Aug 14, 20254 min read

Holy Shit, That Was Hard

Holy Shit, That Was Hard

Holy Shit, That Was Hard

I swallowed silence instead of screaming, wrote truth instead of texting, chose no contact while my whole nervous system ached for just one drop of the poison I finally stopped calling love.

Katherine Tatsuda

Aug 10, 20252 min read

Katherine Tatsuda holding a bouquet of sunflowers.

Katherine Tatsuda holding a bouquet of sunflowers.

Joy and Peace Walked Beside of Me

This weekend was filled with simple things—family, sunflowers, blueberry buckets— and somewhere in the middle of it, Peace and Joy walked beside me again.

Katherine Tatsuda

Aug 3, 20251 min read

He Called Me Kitten

He Called Me Kitten

He Called Me Kitten

He called me Kitten, soft, sweet, and easy to control. For a while, I played the part, quiet and grateful for scraps of affection. But my voice was never gone. It was hypnotized.

Katherine Tatsuda

Aug 2, 20252 min read

Katherine Tatsuda sitting at her desk wearing a white suit.

Katherine Tatsuda sitting at her desk wearing a white suit.

After Everest

It didn’t demand my destruction. It didn’t steal my breath. It simply let me be.

Katherine Tatsuda

Jul 31, 20251 min read

bottom of page