shameless self-promo for my first substack post after literally rotting for a year....
it isn't the greatest but at least i finally ripped the band-aid off...
reflections on headphones on, the overwhelming restraint and fear of being sad and just stream of consciousness vulnerability...
always feels so wildly vulnerable, but iβm so grateful for the straightforward invitation to self promote :^) mine is largely essays/poems about grief, aging, and mundanity.
if you check it out, i hope you like it! β₯οΈ
I finally posted on substack about the loss of my great grandmother and cats and distance and childhood My relationship with writing for the past many years has been strained but writing this was very healing and I wanted to share
