LETTERS TO WHOEVER COMES NEXT

  • An End Is Not an End (Nor a Beginning)

    We love to romanticise transitions.New job? Fresh start.Breakup? New chapter.Grief? A gateway to healing.That kind of narrative has comforted me for years — like wrapping a bruise in glitter and calling it art. I’ve said goodbye to people, places, habits, homes, and versions of myself I barely recognised. And each time, I clung to this…