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Perspective from drivers seat of a purple cart, driving in a super congested mexican pueblo street with market stalls

I Built a Life Loud Enough to Interrupt Me

A Sunday morning started inside my body and ended somewhere louder.

A women sitting on the edge of an infinity pool over looking the tropical horizon and a reflection of the women in the pool looks like the same women, but in a different outfit and happier

The Geography of No Longer Abandoning Myself

A friend’s post sent me back to the person I used to be before I knew I was allowed to leave.

A women inside a house, looking outside through her patio windows. There is a chair and a coffee mug on a table, and the ocean at dusk

Staring at the Water: Do I Miss Home?

We only meant to spend one night by the water. We came home with a question neither of us could answer.

A man in a navy blue shirt and dark hair is looking at a women who has brown hair a white tan top and earings. He is looking at her with a still expression and they are sitting beside a beautiful pool on patio chairs.

How Did I End Up Here

Nothing feels off. In fact, it usually feels a little better than usual right before it happens. Warmer. Easier. Friendlier. That is what makes it so tricky. It’s hard to see the black clouds coming in when I am busy laughing with someone. Then something changes.