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Last year, a friend who knows me well said something that stopped me.

The loss of Tatsuda’s wasn’t a transition. It was an identity-level rupture.

I built a place where people belonged—and I didn’t realize how much it mattered until it was gone.

Some losses don’t take your future. They take your foundation.

I didn’t realize I was living a lie until I stood on a stage hoping not to win.

They saw my softness and assumed that was all there was. They never recognized the structure beneath it.

I found something I wrote in May—and it reminded me just how fiercely I saved myself.

No one warns you that after a breakup, it’s the ego, not the heart, that keeps flinching the longest.

This week, I was reminded how human I am.

I used to chase what I wanted. Now I’m listening to what’s already unfolding.

No one teaches you that self-abandonment can look a lot like kindness.

After months of recalibrating my life, I felt something shift: my purpose was coming back into focus.

This late night text made me smile.

Unexpected wisdom from a Christmas movie.

What will you do with your one precious life?

There are parts of us we can ignore for years… until a relationship holds them up to our face.

December 8, 2025 There’s a strange awkwardness in this chapter of my life— the chapter where nothing inside me is broken or bleeding, but I still feel the urge to share . It’s a weird place to be— learning how to write without urgency, without heartbreak shaping the edges, without needing to make sense of a mindfuck or integrate another shard of trauma. And because of that, my writing has changed shape. Just like I have. In recent weeks, I’ve noticed my words drifting toward

This year taught me more about courage than any philosophy ever could.

Sometimes life surprises you with a weekend that opens your heart without asking permission.

Jealousy whispered to me the other day, and my response surprised me.