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A Long Stretch of Hard Years — And the Slow Work of Rebuilding Myself
The past few years have been shaped by loss. Several relatives passed away during this time. Human death is always heavy. It interrupts families, alters relationships, and leaves behind a sense of finality that’s difficult to process. Even when relationships are complicated, loss still asks something of you emotionally. But grief doesn’t arrive in a single form. What truly shattered my inner world came from a different direction. Within three months, I lost three of my cats. They were sixteen, eighteen, and fourteen years old — animals I had shared a large part of my life with. They weren’t just animals in my home; they were daily companions, silent witnesses…
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Just Life Happening
The restaurant was warm, but the dim light made the whole place feel a little tired. Outside, the drizzle smudged the view of the street. Inside, people were talking and eating in that casual, everyday way. I sat down feeling a bit out of sync with it all. My friends arrived wrapped in their usual rhythm: work outfits slightly wrinkled from the day, hair tied back in practical ways, voices carrying a tired cheerfulness as they slid into their seats. Their tones were familiar — warm, stable, a mix of affection and everyday worries. As they shrugged off their bags and jackets, the conversation shifted naturally to their children: the…
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A Beginning
I’ve been thinking about starting this blog for a while, quietly, in the background of my days. It’s not because I have something urgent to say or because I know exactly what I want this to be. It’s more of a feeling — a pull toward reflection, toward writing things down. Writing has always felt like a kind of anchoring. I keep journals — some messy, some half-finished — and I notice that when I stop writing, I start to drift. It’s not just about recording events. It’s about slowing down enough to listen to myself. To untangle the noise. This blog is a continuation of that — but more…
