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I like to think of the fact that I have never once failed at anything, because what have I lost if my only goal was to experience? For that reason, I love the rain; let me elaborate. I’m often caught up in moments by how much I know I’ll remember them. Whether it’s with…

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These days it seems like trauma is everywhere, writhing between a kind of grief that comes with wishing you worked certain things out sooner, because now you’re left with the invalidating imprint of the past. And it’s invalidating because if left unchecked, you begin to spiral into a state of constant self-questioning: how has…

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Two and a half years ago, I made the decision to start journaling, but I’d tried the whole “dear diary” thing before and could never commit. Aside from essays, this was the only other form of writing I began to find annoying. It was the act of gathering whatever diary I had, a pen,…