The Forbidden Pages
Every post contains something our publishers made us cut, our lawyers begged us to bury, or our beta readers said went too far. This is where the real education begins.
Why does that comment from three weeks ago still burn in your chest at 2 AM?
Why does caring about others leave you feeling so empty?
Why does their confidence feel like your incompetence?
Why does the person you were at seventeen feel like a stranger, yet the person you were yesterday feels exactly like you?
Why does breakfast feel like the most important meal of the day when your grandparents barely ate it?