SAM Frida

I want to tell you something that might sound strange at first. Stay with it, because I think it might change how you think about a tool you probably already have access to. I have been using Claude. Not to write my emails. Not to summarize reports. Not to generate...

There is a particular kind of loneliness that nobody warns you about. It is not the loneliness of being alone. It is the loneliness of seeing clearly in a world that has agreed, collectively and without much debate, to look away. You do the work. You bleed through the...

There is a version of me that certain people still think they know. They call her name, and I hear it like a sound from another room – familiar, but distant. That version is receding. Not because I abandoned her, but because I kept growing when she stopped. Awareness...

Little soul in a curly coat, You never needed words to speak. A nudge, a lean, a look that said “I’m here” on every heavy week. You carried love so quietly, The kind that asks for nothing back. And now the house will hold its breath In every space your paws once...

For the ones still wearing someone else's face There was a girl who learned earlyhow to read a room before she read a book,who studied mouths and silencesthe way other children studied shapes,who built herself a second skinso convincingshe forgot it wasn't hers. She...

OK but now I’m done explaining. How nice would it be if neurotypicals got curious about neurodivergence the way we’re expected to study them just to survive a conversation? It’s tiring. The overexplaining. The translating yourself in real time for someone who isn’t...

There are two kinds of people the world loves to compare. The first one stumbles. Makes mistakes. Maybe even falls hard enough to end up on the wrong side of a system that wasn’t built to forgive. But their soul is intact. They learn. They turn it around. They carry...

I had a conversation with Claude today that I think is worth sharing. Not because it was extraordinary in the way people usually mean when they talk about AI, but because it got at something I’ve been thinking about for a while: where do I end and where does the tool...

You don’t get to your why until you’ve had the knocks. At least that’s been my experience. It’s like peeling a carrot. Maybe not that thin. In my case, the layers have been thicker. Layers of life experiences where you’ve taken on everybody else’s narrative and made...