A Letter from the One Who Dares not be Seen

I often hid who I was in relationships. At least until I felt safe. I kept my parts hidden.   Now, slowly and gently, I unfold their memories, their needs. Only between me and me, they become themselves in my writing, in my sketchbook. Safely held by the pages....

A Letter from Feeling Stuck

It’s like an intense inner dialogue. “Do this!”, “Do that!”, “Not like this”. “You should wait, maybe the best is yet to come”. The consequences seem too big. In the end, I do nothing, stay stuck.   Everyday, like clockwork, the parts chyme in. I hear “the...