Essays
"Here is the reality: I was bothered at every moment of this journey, even before my first surgery. I was bothered when I realized I had never been coping well, and I am bothered now. It turns out I’m a master of kicking my own feelings to the ground and stomping on them until they’re bent and lifeless in the mud."
"That’s where my dragons lie in wait. They’re the stars beyond my sun, the clearest image in my mind when I take ink to paper. They are proud, violent of heart, and endure what I wish I could. With them in mind, I learned I could be whatever I wanted, create a new world in which they lived. And if someone laughs at that, well, that’s their loss—they can continue to live their life as if it’s a prequel."
"Perhaps I’d feel more comfortable sliding out my window beneath the cool caress of the moon, when others sleep and I’m free from their heavy stares, just me and my ghosts facing my future head on. How afraid will I be? Will I write history from this chair, gazing out my window, or will I go out there and make it? Can I do both? If I never do either, have I lived genuinely?"
