williams Writing

who am I ? A recurring question, like a persistent rash. Oh, what an itch�" a pleasure to scratch, but it leaves quite the mark. Lik..

What if I’m the problem�" the reason behind the pain, the hate, the sorrow? What if I’m the problem? Maybe if I had change..

I’m learning to live with the ache�" the ache of despair�" so I might begin to heal, if only to cradle my wounds. ..

I wrote this because it was the only thing I could do, the only way to feel okay. I wrote this because everything hurt, because I was in despair ..

You survived things people will never understand. You cared even when it hurt. You cried without needing permission. You were soft in a world that ..

Oceans Don’t Apologize for Drowning is a raw, unfiltered journey through depression, isolation, identity, and the quiet hope that healing is pos..

The first time I held the violin, I didn’t cry �" not out loud. But something inside me cracked open so quietly I almost missed it...

I wish I could remember the first time they called me gay. Not because I want to relive it �" I don’t �" but because maybe th..

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