Some days, I still navigate the fog — the absurdity — and some days (in case you’re new here), I’d give anything for a soma holiday … which is exactly why, like Ms. Hurston suggested … I am telling my story. In these posts. In the podcast episodes.
Some lyrics stay because they tell the truth before we can. Six years ago, I wrote a journal entry that still echoes. Here’s the story behind my dismantling, rebuilding, and eventual landing.
