As I sit to write this letter, I find myself overwhelmed with gratitude for each of you. You have been my laughter, my strength, my comfort, and my home in this life. Every shared moment- whether big or small- has left its mark on me, and I carry those memories like treasures, like oaths.

I want to invite you to my final farewell party. This gathering isn’t meant to be heavy with sorrow, but rath...

I feel connected to him still. I know that a part of me always will and I’ve learned to accept that, to be okay with it. I don’t mind holding a grudge and I do. But, my love and hatred for him cannot be separated no matter how hard I try. Most days I feel gleeful when I think back on memories. But nights- nights I feel nothing but envy and regret. I guess that is what happens when one is forced to...