Woke up to the softest fog and felt something click inside, like I never really left it. This quiet gray is where I began. It feels like stepping back into the cradle that made me, the sacred, ancient place I’ve always belonged to.

One of the best feelings is when I'm having an issue I'm trying to solve, and then discover that Past Me anticipated this issue and already solved it or had a solution waiting for Now Me. Good girl, Past Me.

Some days I want to be feral. Other days I want to be wrapped in blankets and emotionally microwaved until warm. Today is the second one.

Some souls live three lives before they settle. Some wear a hundred masks before they’re allowed a face.

I LOVE the new series on Netflix, "Famous Last Words". And the first episode is Jane Goodall's, which couldn't be more perfect. I wonder who else they have in the vault? 🤔

I showed up for jury duty, and was dismissed in literally less than a minute after walking through the door, lolol. That has to be some kind of record.

I just saw an hearse with an Uber sign on it. You can do that?! 😂

I wish life had a safe word, because there’s a fine line between "character development" and "psychological warfare."

“Every time I think I am healed, another wound whispers beneath my skin, another memory rises like smoke from the ashes of old versions of me, but maybe healing is not a destination, maybe it is the brave act of walking through your own ruins and still planting flowers.”

✍️ R.M. Drake

Planning to legally change my name soon. I go by Lily, but I’m torn between that or Lilith (while still using Lily). I love and relate to Lilith’s modern symbolism, though the old myths differ. Any insights on using mythological names with modern vs. historical meanings that differ?

I don’t struggle with executive dysfunction. I let it win. Work smarter, not harder.

I don't wanna. I don't even know what I don't wanna, I just know I don't wanna.

I wish people would be honest about the role I truly play in their lives, rather than pretending we share a closeness that doesn’t exist. I’d rather be a stranger in honesty than a confidant in pretense.

When I was growing up, we were often asked, “Would you have helped Anne Frank and her family?” Most said, “Of course.”

But no one talked about what to do when you become Anne Frank and her family. Or what to do when “of course” turns into “I can’t.”

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Readers: what are your top 3 books/series for escapism?

(Aside from HP, because I know it too well to be escapism now).

I have arrived...