1 Week Deep Into 2026
It has been years since my last post. And no, I'm not making that remark in jest to acknowledge the new year. Accurately speaking, I last posted a year and three months ago - on my 26th birthday. Ever since I made the life-changing move to my current location, every year has blinked by like a montage - not to mention, trauma affects one's memory. It just won't leave me alone. It's persistent, like an angry wasp enclosed within a cup. Even though I'm safe from the wasp when it's in that cup, I'm still responsible for holding onto it to make sure it doesn't escape. But it needs to get out in order for me to be free. Yes - the angry, loud, violent, dangerous wasp needs to get away - not stay trapped. Now you may be saying, "Well, it's not that easy!" and you'd be right - it isn't - which is why I meticulously described the wasp with adjectives. My freedom costs the release of a volatile creature which will, no doubt, dart at me, buzz ...