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Life is hard sometimes. But we get to choose which hard is worth it.

Putting your life into words is a strange feeling. It means allowing someone, a stranger, into your world and giving them unfiltered access. Unfiltered access to your thoughts, your demons, your wins, your losses, and everything that has made you the person that you are today.

This year has been a collision of change, trauma, pain, healing, and uncomfortable truths. The kind of year that doesn’t just alter your circumstances, but rewires your perspective. I didn’t glide through it with grace. I moved through it by staying busy, distracting myself, and, if I’m being honest, dissociating more often than I realized. But somewhere inside all that motion, something shifted.

When we can use our creativity to turn the simple beginning of a sentence into a written piece of work, it’s magical. But sitting down and writing something doesn’t always come easily.

When hard things happen, we start to question our worth, our experiences, and the choices that we made, thinking that we could have done something different. Could have done something better.

Words are everywhere. Written words are everywhere, especially as a child spends his day in a classroom, but not all words are created equally.

I can be messy and complicated. Healed and healing. Falling apart in one part of my life while still moving forward in another. All of those things can be true at the same time.

The last year, I have kept the struggles to myself because what I have realized is that it is a lot harder to share when those struggles affect those who are closest to you. When they have a stake in part of the story.