STOP APOLOGIZING FOR SURVIVING

On Living Through Your Own Funeral (and the Poetry That Comes From It)

There’s a moment when you realize you’ve been living someone else’s life.

It happens quietly. Maybe you’re filling out a therapy worksheet, writing things like you are deserving of love and you can trust yourself, and the pen feels foreign in your hand. Like you’re forging a signature.

Or maybe it’s simpler than that. Maybe you catch yourself apologizing …