The Living Journal
notes on becoming
from my journal
November 11, 2022 · 3:30 p.m.
Thanksgiving 2025
griefIt's been four whole years since I've spent the holidays with the people I love most in this world. This is my real, raw, unfiltered, chaotic, hurtful, life-altering truth. Grief is a b*tch. And if you've felt that too, I want you to know — you're not crazy.
July 4, 2021
familyGrandma shouted 'Lowell!' from downstairs and he came running down with the bathroom trash in his hand — his soft, fine hair sticking straight up instead of swooped to the side like usual. Me and my mom burst out laughing. We didn't know it would become one of our last funny memories with him.
Still becoming
faithI want to create space for people to tell the truth about what they're carrying and to know they don't have to walk through it alone. Healing rooted in honesty rather than perfection. That's what I'm still building — for me, and for anyone who needs it.