I get told I’m the “strong one” a lot. The dependable friend. The one who knows how to help. And maybe that’s true.
But lately I’ve been held together by cheap wine, impulse control issues, and way too many half-written poems in the Notes app.
There’s beauty in that though—in the chaos.
In not having it figured out but still making something.
Still showing up. Still creating.
Even when your brain feels like a manic hellscape.
This site isn’t polished. Neither am I.
But I’m here.
Still making art.
Still finding the words.
Still breathing.
And if you’re here too—thanks. That means more than I can explain.