The Undertow: Facing What Pulls You Under

The Undertow: Facing What Pulls You Under

I didn’t plan for The Undertow to surface—it rose on its own. When I revisited the first 90 days of writing, I saw it. Beneath the storm were my addictions, those layers of self-inflicted wounds and blind patterns that had governed my life for decades. In my twenties,...
The Storm: Facing the Chaos Within

The Storm: Facing the Chaos Within

The Storm was the rawest experience I’ve ever had in writing. There was something dangerous about it—something that reminded me of the reckless firsts of youth, like trying a cigarette or stealing something small, just to see if you could. But what I was attempting to...
The Freedom of Nobody

The Freedom of Nobody

Waking up from the haze of mental illness felt like stepping out of a fog so thick I didn’t even know I was in it. My mind was a trap, a maze of beliefs I’d picked up from others or grown in the cracks of misunderstanding. When the fog began to clear, I found myself...