One thing I’ve noticed about life is that it never makes sense, but at the same time it always does. It always eventually works out then it feels like it doesn’t then it’s back to feeling ok(ish). Things are weird and hard and uncomfortable and difficult to talk about, but this isn’t unfamiliar. I’m coming to terms with the process of maintaining homeostasis.
Misha Frazier shares poems and excerpts that saw her through some of her most transformative times yet. She celebrates. She cries. She survives.