If you read part one, you met sixteen-year-old me. Pacing, then lying down, then pacing again. Bricks on the chest. Spiraling over every glance in the hallway. What I didn’t tell you is that I kept almost all of it to myself. For a very, very long time. The first time I couldn’t carry it […]

I’m sitting at Arté Salon and Spa right now, watching Drop 1 actually happen instead of living inside a Google Doc, a Canva file, and my own head. And I’m feeling, in no particular order: excited, nervous, and hopeful. Mostly all three at once, apparently, which is a thing your nervous system can just do […]