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.
This is such a beautiful write up
Oh, this old thing… 🫠
Thank you so much!
So profound and impressively impactful you give all the feels a meaning
Hi Katia! 👋 I'm learning to share more like this. Happy to have you as a reader.
love the art too
I love hearing about your creative process!
🙌 I am learning to share more of myself. It is an effort.