essays, the society

We all feel invisible sometimes

This is a new place. One I have created for a new time.

I hope it is a place of healing for you. When you feel unseen, you can come here. When you feel alone, you can find community. And maybe say some “me too”s.

If it’s not for you, that’s okay. You don’t need to say so, just carry on with your day.

But if I can help with my words, heal with these letters, I hope you find what you need.

There will be things here written straight into this text box and things written a long time ago. Some of it is fiction, and some of it will be more real than I will ever admit to you. Some you will know, and some you will not. Some is just what you need to hear, and some will take empathy. There’s fantasy and imagining and what-ifs and experimentation, but there’s also authenticity and vulnerability and growth. Sometimes all in one.

You will not like all of what you read. That’s okay. The price of admission is a single click, and the exit fee is the same.

But I hope you will feel welcome. Even if you can’t relate or aren’t there yet or don’t believe what I believe, I hope you will keep an open heart to hear something new. But if you do relate… if there is something here for you that is said in a way your heart can hear and you need to talk… you know where to find me. Either way, I hope you are inspired to write your own story.

Tell it. Tell it before it’s too late. Even if for now, you’re only telling a blank page. Even if it isn’t safe to say aloud, tell it to your heart. Believe in a future where you can sing freely, and the birds will be glad to hear your song.

We’re not there yet. But we write so that one day we will be.

Shine on, cupcakes.