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The Direction I Didn’t Realize I Had
People often talk about direction like it’s something clear. A plan.A goal.A destination. Something you decide onceand then follow. But if I’m honest I’ve never felt like my life had that kind of clarity. Not always. Not in the way people describe it. The way direction actually feels For me, it’s not a straight line.…
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The Letter I Wrote But Never Sent
I wrote your name so many timesjust to stare at it. Not to send anything. Just to see if it still felt familiar. It did. That was the problem. I don’t know how to start this without sounding weak. Or dramatic. Or like I’m still stuck somewhere I shouldn’t be. But the truth is there…
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Between Your Expectations and My Fear.
Mom. Dad. There’s something I carry that I’ve never said to you. Sometimes I feel like I’m failing you. Not loudly. Not dramatically. Just quietly. Every day. When relatives ask about my marriage, I pretend it doesn’t affect me. I laugh it off. I say, “It’ll happen.” I act confident. But when I see you…
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The Phase I Wasn’t Ready to Say Goodbye To
There was a phase in my life I didn’t know was ending while I was living it. And maybe that’s why it hurt more. It wasn’t dramatic. There was no big goodbye. No final speech. No clear moment where someone said, “This is the last time.” It just… slowly changed. And I wasn’t ready. The…
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What I Would Tell My Teenage Self
If I could sit across from my teenage self the girl with too many thoughts and not enough answers I wouldn’t overwhelm her with life lessons. I would start gently. Because she was already carrying more than anyone realised. You are not behind I know you think everyone else understands life better than you do.…
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If There Were a Biography About Me, It Would Be Called This
If someone were to write a biography about me, it wouldn’t be dramatic or inspirational. It wouldn’t be about achieving everything I set out to do.It wouldn’t pretend I always knew what I was doing. The title would be honest. “Still Figuring It Out. Still Showing Up.” Why this title fits Most of my life…
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A Birthday Reflection: Another Year of Becoming
Birthdays have a way of making time visible. Another year added. Another number attached. Another reminder that life has been moving sometimes gently, sometimes without asking. This birthday doesn’t feel like a celebration.It feels like a pause. When birthdays turn inward As years pass, birthdays stop being about cake, wishes, or attention. They become quieter,…
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Why I Started QuillMyst (and What I Hope It Becomes)
Some words don’t come to be posted.They come to be felt. I created QuillMyst for those words. This space was born quietly, without a launch plan or loud intention. It came from moments where thoughts stayed longer than they should have, emotions sat heavy without explanation, and sentences formed in my mind before sleep but…