It’s terrifying to make oneself completely vulnerable but that’s what writing is for me, a process of peeling back the layers of a thing until I hit the meat of it. I write non-fiction but my writing life evolves through time.
I want to be known by others who find solace in my stories and insights. I want mine to be a voice for those who struggle to find theirs. I find great comfort in knowing I’ve been heard and that others feel understood by what I write.
Perhaps if you’re still reading then you and I understand one another. Perhaps we are of the same cloth. You in your little corner of the internet reaching out for something more substantive, something meaningful to gain, a voice who understands your isolation and your fear and even most importantly, your rage. Then we are alike and you have found your home.