Pouring my heart out in ink.
My story, my lessons, and the things I'm still working through — written as honestly as I know how.
We're told comparison is the thief of joy — I don't buy it. The problem was never comparing; it's the story I tell myself afterwards. On turning that mirror into something that sharpens me instead of shrinking me.
Thinking about death sounds morbid until you realise it's the clearest lens for how you spend your time. How sitting with the end pushed me to live more intentionally.
After a brush with death, I started asking what I'd actually be remembered for. Most people never stop to read their own life — here's why I decided to start writing mine now.