There’s a part of me that sometimes speaks before I’ve had a chance to breathe. A part that reaches for the snack, the screen, the shopping cart—whatever brings the fastest …
Meeting the Part That Wants to Disappear
Sometimes we don’t shut down because we’re broken. Sometimes we disappear because it’s the safest thing we know. This piece explores the quiet, protective part of us that fades—and what it means to meet it with presence instead of pressure.