Maybe we’ll be best friends this time
I thought I’d just post a blog entry without the usual, non-obligatory apology for being away for so long. But something about that didn’t feel right. I’ve created a safe space here, and to not acknowledge what’s been going on in my head these past few years would only make me feel more disconnected from the process than I already do. Writing has been lingering in the back of my mind all this time. Sometimes it showed up as a quiet thought—reminding me that it was something I began loving long ago, when I knew nothing, and yet it gave me the deepest sense of fulfillment. It was one of the few things that made me feel proud of contributing something to the world. Other times, the urge to write came from the people who read my words—those who wanted to understand me through what I shared. But maybe none of that mattered as much as what I felt inside. When I started college, everything shifted. My priorities changed. I stopped paying attention to myself—something I once believed was the h...
