Self Discovery

  • One Small Me

    If I am not her, that good and lovely girl in a box, who am I? Now that this body is alive with the energy of all of life, who am I? I believe this, but I believe the opposite… Continue reading

  • Woman

    I couldn’t possibly know who I am. I’m so many things, places, people, feelings: it would be impossible to really say. Who I am, that is. The question of who I want to become also seems pointless. I want to… Continue reading

  • A Strange Sort of Beautiful

    It’s a strange sort of beautiful, this life. I’ve followed the breadcrumbs, even the ones I knew would blow up my world. (They blew it up: into a million pieces of possibility. Beautiful possibility, for everyone around me.) I have been… Continue reading

  • Facing the Truth

    I stopped and I said to myself: I am in pain. I did not try to hide it. Or justify its reasons. I did not try to pretend the hurting wasn’t there, or as true as it truly was to… Continue reading