Are you nobody, too?

“…a love letter to the act of becoming unlike anything I’ve ever read.”

“I felt seen, wrecked, and rebuilt in the span of a subject, too many times to count.”

"I read so many sentences on the verge of tears. I forgot we’re allowed to be this honest with each other.”

“This felt like being seen by someone who doesn’t want anything from you. Just for you to keep going.”

“I didn’t read this, I remember it. Like someone wrote down what I’ve never been able to say.”

“…a manifesto for anyone who's ever felt too much, or just plain wanted to disappear.”

“This is an elegy, a prayer, and punch in the gut. Thank you.”

“I’d given up on feeling hope, but you helped me find it, along with fury and forgiveness.”

“…like digging your fingers into the soil of your own soul. Messy. Necessary. Life-giving.”

“This put words to things I’ve only ever screamed into my pillow. I love you too, stranger.”

“I don’t agree with everything, but I can’t pretend it didn’t move me… It called me out without writing me off.”

“I stayed up until 3am for days in a row reading this, and now I’m walking around my life like I’m finally seeing it.”

“…a love letter to the act of becoming unlike anything I’ve ever read.” — “I felt seen, wrecked, and rebuilt in the span of a subject, too many times to count.” — "I read so many sentences on the verge of tears. I forgot we’re allowed to be this honest with each other.” — “This felt like being seen by someone who doesn’t want anything from you. Just for you to keep going.” — “I didn’t read this, I remember it. Like someone wrote down what I’ve never been able to say.” — “…a manifesto for anyone who's ever felt too much, or just plain wanted to disappear.” — “This is an elegy, a prayer, and punch in the gut. Thank you.” — “I’d given up on feeling hope, but you helped me find it, along with fury and forgiveness.” — “…like digging your fingers into the soil of your own soul. Messy. Necessary. Life-giving.” — “This put words to things I’ve only ever screamed into my pillow. I love you too, stranger.” — “I don’t agree with everything, but I can’t pretend it didn’t move me… It called me out without writing me off.” — “I stayed up until 3am for days in a row reading this, and now I’m walking around my life like I’m finally seeing it.” —

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forever returning.