How I work with heaviness and light inside my writing process without letting either one flatten the poem. My melancholy turmoil, really. Neurodiversity, in all its spiciness, pulls me in every direction, while burnout and depression flatten the edges in unpredictable cycles. I use tech and AI every day, yet there is a part of me that dreads the future we are building.
I love hearing about your creative process!
🙌 I am learning to share more of myself. It is an effort.