Stories are how I process the world. They’re how I make sense of things that don’t make sense, and how I hold onto moments that would otherwise slip away.
Some of these pieces are memories. Things that actually happened, as best as I remember them. Some are fiction, born from questions I couldn’t shake. Others sit somewhere in between, where memory and truth don’t always line up.
This is a personal vault. Experiences that left marks. Moments that changed how I see things. Some are uncomfortable. Some were painful at the time. Some are funny now, even if they weren’t then.
Read them in order or jump around. Follow what pulls you. If something resonates, if you recognize yourself in these words, you’re not alone.