Returning to My Creative Roots.

Did you know that I had a super active blog for years and years? And that I deleted it a year or two ago — not took it down, deleted it — because I didn’t want people to confuse older versions of me with Now Me? I deleted the chronicle of my healing process because I was worried what people would think about the ways in which my pain manifested. I feel sad for the me that hit ‘delete’.

She thought she knew things she didn’t know.

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I’ve listened to enough true crime podcasts to know that nothing is ever truly, really deleted from the internet. So I asked a friend to help, and, like magic, he did what friends do, and helped.

Many of the posts here are Older Writings, wizened and wrinkled love notes I wrote to myself and the world in the wee baby early days of my Becoming. I wasn’t able to find everything, but it’s quite a bit, and most joyously, my favorite posts where recoverable. What a technological miracle.

I hope you find what you’re looking for here, love.

How To Navigate These Older Writings:

You have a few options:

1). Just start reading! A choose your own adventure, if you will.

2). Search for a key word in the search box below. You might try ‘feelings’ ‘fuck’ ‘sober’ ‘understand’ ‘mother’ — you get the idea.

3). Search for a month or year in the search box.

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My old blog ran from about 2013 to about 2016. After that, I got busy with the hard and sometimes-all-consuming work of living what I’d been learning. I lost my way over and over again. I found new ways. I started channeling my creativity into Instagram posts. I tried over and over again to Be Somebody and to fight against needing to Be Somebody.

I miss how I used to do things here. How I used to feel like I was talking to just one person, one reader, one friend on the other side of this screen. I think I might start writing here again.

I’m so glad you’re here. Let’s see what we can discover together.

x.