I’ve been keeping up with this documentation daily. I’ve been working and reworking my thoughts for me. I’m no longer writing to ghosts, to girls, to versions of me who don’t exist.
I think, for the most part, with struggle, with stumble, with eyes endlessly starry— I Am Here.
30-something Mississippi queer. Bleeding heart with a soft spot for honesty and oversharing. Conquering corporate America and my own insecurities– one day at a time.