My therapy is simple.

It is the music that understands what I cannot articulate when my thoughts feel too weighty, holding me in place.

It is coffee, comforting and homey, beckoning me to slow down, pull my attention back from the future & find peace in tiny everyday happenings.

And it is my diary, nothing need be clear or whole, only true.

Between sound, warmth, & ink

My way back to myself is a silent one.