Category: My journey
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Space.
On emptiness, devotion, and what the 40s are quietly teaching me. I used to show up every single week for Naruto. Not casually. Not when I felt like it. Every week, without being asked, without needing a reminder. I hated it at first — the main character seemed lame, the art underwhelming compared to the…
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The Library We Build From Memory
I have a library in my head. Not a metaphor—an actual library. Endless shelves stacked with volumes I’ve written about my life. Every emotion has its section. Every experience, its book. When something happens to me, I don’t just feel it. I reach for the familiar volume: Oh yes, I know this feeling. It was…
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Feelings
Every day after having worked like a machine on my job that I sometimes enjoy and sometimes don’t, I find myself feeling empty, deflated and wondering what comes next. What to do next? There are so many activities that I can take up and so many, I have invested my time in before my illness,…
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