The Ones Who Stay
Last night, I sat at the wedding of a dear friend I’ve known for forty years. That moment reminded me what it means to be seen, truly seen, even when time and distance have changed everything. This is a story about choosing joy and the people who stay.
When the Body Breaks and the Soul Still Stands
I used to wear strength like armour. But when my body broke, I realised resilience isn’t pretending; it’s letting yourself be seen. This is the story of what it means to be loved without pity, to stop performing, and to be real, even when it hurts.