Why yes I am :) I’ve spent my whole life trying to wrap my head around who I am. And I don’t know how many people can actually define themselves — or even want to — but I’ve always tried to make sense of the things I do, think, feel, and react to. And sometimes? It just doesn’t make sense. Sometimes I’ll catch myself doing something or loving something or getting mad about something and think: “Who the hell are you, Daphne?” Not in a mean way. Not in a confused way. More like discovering a...

There’s a certain kind of loneliness that only shows up at night. Not the kind that comes from being alone — the kind that comes from being scared, exhausted, and trying to hold yourself together until morning. I’m not sick tonight. Just sleepless. Just awake in a house that’s quiet, with Chuck breathing beside me, safe and warm and right there. But even now, even on a night like this, I remember the other ones. The nights when I was so sick I couldn’t lay down. The nights when my body felt...

I refuse to hate. Not because the world is gentle — it’s not. Not because people always deserve grace — they don’t. I refuse to hate because it’s too damn easy. It’s the laziest emotion on the menu. You can fall into it without even trying, and once you’re in it, good luck climbing back out. Everywhere you look, people are screaming about politics, racism, opinions, whatever the outrage-of-the-day is. Everybody wants you to pick a side and set the other one on fire. But I’m not doing it. The...