The first unexpected message from the medicine came sharp and strange: “Your penis doesn’t belong to you.” I was deep inside the journey, far from the familiar edges of consciousness, when those words surfaced. I didn’t laugh—I was perplexed, caught off guard by their vulgarity and weight.…
Gratitude isn’t always visible or loud. It’s often quiet, woven into the fabric of our everyday lives, waiting to be recognized. It feels less like a single feeling and more like a thread—binding moments, contrasts, and truths that remind me of the gift of being here, now.…
This essay was originally published on my Substack, Where the Road Bends, where I share long-form essays on conscious change and life transitions. Today, I turn 45. It’s surreal seeing that number—45—staring back at me, not because of the age itself, but because of what it represents.…