Life Update

I just got back from visiting my mom in Florida. I’m living with my boyfriend, thinking about writing another book, and feeling as confused as ever about, well, everything.

The older I get, the more comfortable I feel in my own skin. I’m more confident in who I am and how I show up in the world. But the emotional changes—those inner challenges—haven’t gotten any easier to navigate. The difference now is that I no longer self-destruct when I hit those overwhelming, dark places. I don’t spiral into the chaos I used to create for myself when I was younger—drinking too much, doing drugs, hurting myself. That version of me is long gone, and I’ve grown a lot since then. But growth doesn’t mean perfection. These days, when I’m triggered, I tend to dissociate—I shut down or check out, sometimes out of anger or hopelessness. It’s a pattern I’m still working through.