A woman with blonde hair tied back wearing a light blue shirt and dark jeans, seated on a chair with a fluffy white cushion, holding multiple books, in a cozy, brightly lit room with plants and art on the wall.

Writings

Writing is one way I discover what I think and feel. I sit down not knowing and let the sentences reveal what's been moving underneath, the thing I couldn't quite name until it was on the page. It's less a record of what I've already integrated than the integration itself.