“I don’t know how to tell you this… [your brother] passed away this morning.” I had to read the message several times before I processed it. Then my legs stopped holding me up.
Death: A Slow Voyage of Acceptance
Writing is terrifying
Some writers fear the blank page, the pressure to find words; I’m just afraid of the consequences. It’s not the social stigma, it’s the threat of being sued for defamation. The threat of violence.
Is it okay to be not okay?
It could be worse. I have somewhere safe to stay, I have enough food. Objectively, I’m doing well — it could be worse.
Nic Gardner 