We humans are capable of working through extreme discomfort - and through this process, we become more human, more beautiful, more real.

Ten years ago - on May 28, 2024 - I snapped out of the cultic group that I was tethered to for almost two decades. To celebrate, I spent this past weekend quietly, giving myself space to sleep, muse, eat simply, be in nature, and to write less than I thought I would.