β€œIf there is a book you want to read, and it is not yet written, then you must write it yourself.” – Toni Morrison

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β˜‘ Socially Awkward
β˜‘ Hopeless Romantic
β˜‘ Serial Procrastinator
β˜‘ Mediocre Writer

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Why?

I started this blog in November of 2021, a year after the death of my mother and a month after completing my first manuscript and crawling out of the murky depths of self-deprecating depression. I didn’t know in whose hands all of the musings I’d filled my journals with would end up, but I knew that I didn’t want to speak to myself anymore.

I won’t always be interesting or have something important to contribute, but I’ll contribute anyway, into the void, so that, maybe, someone will find it and feel validated in like-minded company.

Once upon a time, I was. And I had something to say.