The older I get, the more there is to unpack.
I started writing because I was afraid of how easily thoughts would disappear. Not the important—but the small ones. How light shifts when I leave a room. The sound of a page turning in the night.
Small observations. They don’t ask to be understood. Only to be recorded and maybe read, slowly.
— Lucía M.
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≻: Turns out, I wasn’t just lazy.
Despite being told that all my life, I took it upon myself to get tested for ADHD per my therapists recommendation. I was diagnosed at…
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≻: unpack it
That’s what I was told. Unpack it. Unpack the childhood you’ve so perfectly tucked away. Easier said than done. For years, I was able to…
