This is a piece I wrote about waking up in a hospital bed after a near-fatal overdose—when you’re still alive but unsure if that’s a good thing. It’s not sugarcoated. It’s not dressed up. It’s what it feels like to survive something that breaks you down to bone and nerve.

It’s personal, it’s painful, and yeah—it reads more like a memoir turned prose-poem than anything structured. But it’s true. And if you’ve ever been in that space—between collapse and guilt, love and loss—I hope something in this hits you back.

Read it here: What We’ve Lost

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