I close my eyes, I breathe, and I see it a deeply unconscious metaphor that has been running my entire life. I see it so clearly in my mind. A pitch black room, so dark it feels endless. The kind of darkness that does not just surround you, but presses in on you. There is a bed sitting quietly in the room, barely visible beneath the heaviness of it all. And then there is the closet… And inside that closet, a little girl.A little me. She is frightened. Frozen. Curled tightly into herself as if making herself smaller might somehow make her safer. Her body is tense, her breath shallow,…
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Last night, I stepped outside with a heaviness in my heart. It had been one of those days where everything felt too heavy. My thoughts were crowded with problems that seemed enormous, pressing in from every direction as if every worry had decided to speak at the same time. Maybe you know that feeling. The kind of day where your mind keeps reaching for answers, but every answer only seems to create another question. The kind of day where even silence does not feel peaceful because the noise is coming from inside you. But the moment I tilted my head back and looked up at the night sky, something inside…
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November 1st, 2025 at 10:17pm, I got a text that said: “Your Uncle died today.” I reread it like my eyes were glitching. Like if I stared long enough the words would rearrange into something else. My uncle. Gone. Just… done. No more. Death is like that sometimes. Sometimes you feel it approaching, & other times it’s spontaneous. It just drops into your life. And even though I wasn’t extremely close with my uncle, I started crying immediately. Not just because he was gone… but because in that moment I felt myself coming face-to-face with something we all have to deal with eventually whether we want to think about it…
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Kintsugi 金繕い is the art of repairing broken pottery with lacquer mixed with gold sometimes silver, sometimes even platinum. It doesn’t hide the damage. It honors it. It highlights the cracks, and somehow, what was once shattered becomes even more beautiful than it was before. Every time I sit with the idea of Kintsugi, I’m reminded of how we’re meant to hold our own cracks. Not as something to hide, to rush through, & never as evidence that we weren’t enough. But instead to hold them like sacred places, places where life cracked us open, so that we can make a choose to mend them with intention. If there’s one thing…
