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When my father passed away, he left behind more than just a lack of material possessions or financial inheritance. What I felt most acutely was an emptiness that went deeper—a void in understanding who I was, where I came from, and how I fit into the world. This absence left me feeling lost and unprepared, …
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There are countless reasons why people choose to write. For me, writing has become more than just a creative outlet; it’s a sanctuary for healing, a path to redemption, and a means to make sense of my own journey. My life has been a rollercoaster, filled with highs and lows, triumphs and setbacks. Through it …
Even now, as I lie here in the quiet darkness, the echoes of that childhood nightmare still haunt me. The vivid memories of that suffocating dread in my grandmother’s backyard come rushing back with an unsettling clarity. The kiddie pool—meant to be a symbol of innocent play—transformed into an arena of despair. The garden hose …
Growing up, I was the epitome of a good kid—bright, responsible, and unremarkable in the sense that I never stirred the waters. My grades were consistently above average, and I steered clear of trouble with an almost obsessive caution. High school passed in a haze of straight A’s, extracurricular activities, and a rigidly conservative lifestyle. …
Desperate for solace that eludes me, I lie awake, the ceaseless churn of my thoughts making sleep a distant dream. I toss and turn, shifting from my left side to my right, seeking comfort that never quite materializes. Beneath the covers, my Boston Terrier, Kelvin, curls against my calves, his head resting on my knees. …
My brain relaxed for the first time today. I smoked an hour ago. The house is quiet and everyone’s asleep. For the past several hours I’ve been in a groove, sitting at my desk, rewriting portions of my memoir. In the middle of my writing I felt like I was in a fog, and it …
I sit in my chair, 7 miles above the Earth, soaring through the troposphere at 557 miles per hour. I can’t help but laugh. This is how I’ve lived my entire adult life—at full throttle, high and fast. Since childhood, I’ve carried a deep-seated conviction that I’d meet my end at 36. Despite being a …