Every essay I publish on Substack is therapy written to myself.

When I write about living fully, it’s not because I’ve nailed it, it’s because I’m trying.

When I write about balance, it’s not because I’ve found it, it’s because I’m searching.

When I write about health, it’s not because I’m thriving, it’s because I’m struggling.

My writing is not

a modern book of stoic-adjacent private reflections, written for yourself first, but disciplined enough that others can enter them quietly.