Category: Written in Wild Script
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What You Cannot See
There is a strange loneliness in looking like yourself while quietly losing the ability to live like yourself. I have spent years learning how to push through a body that doesn’t always cooperate, but lately I can feel those reserves running out. This is the part of illness you cannot see from the outside, the…
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Three hours until takeoff
Three hours before I was supposed to leave for the airport, I was sitting in an emergency room listening to a doctor explain why I shouldn’t get on the plane. My heart sank as I realized I had to choose between the safest decision and a dream I’d carried for years.
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The Weight of Wonder
Two nights before leaving for the Pacific Northwest, I find myself surrounded by wrinkled itinerary pages, hiking gear, and a dream I’ve carried for nearly half my life. What begins as a story about planning slowly becomes something much deeper: learning that simply standing in the place you’ve longed for can matter more than finishing…
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Chapter Seven: Return to Wonder | Perfectly Imperfect Life
For years, the Pacific Northwest has lived somewhere in my imagination. As July begins, I’m reflecting on why some places stay with us long before we’ve ever arrived and how learning to notice beauty has quietly changed the way I move through the world.
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The Roads I Didn’t Walk and the Roots I Grew Instead.
There were roads I didn’t walk, cities I didn’t move to, risks I didn’t take, chances I let pass because being wanted felt safer than becoming. This is a reflection on attachment, ambition, ADHD, uncertainty, and the tangled roots that grew anyway.
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Menopause Is Not a Quiet Thing (Even If We’re Forced to Carry It Quietly)
Menopause isn’t quiet. It reshapes the body, silences you, and can destroy the life around you when pain, intimacy, and survival are misread as betrayal.
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When the Mask Cracks, the Heart Speaks
A quiet unraveling led me to parts of myself I’m only just beginning to meet. This piece is for the parts we’ve silenced, the children we’re raising, and the versions of ourselves we’re still becoming. I used to think I was managing.Not thriving, maybe, but coping.Functioning. I kept routines in place like scaffolding, each task,…
