SAM Frida

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...

There’s a quote by Grace Durbin that stopped me in my tracks: “People think you speak your own pain because you demand recognition and sympathy or you’re playing a victim. Rarely do they realize you speak your pain to save someone else from the demons in their own...

There is nothing clean about unmasking. Nothing tidy or graceful about the moment you decide to stop performing and start speaking your truth. It is rough. It is raw. And it will cost you something. But here is what I have learned sitting in my own pause, doing the...

There’s a version of tired that sleep doesn’t fix. It’s the kind that comes from being the person who always understands. The one who puts herself in everyone else’s shoes, who makes space, who translates her own pain into language other people can receive without...

She is the mother who skipped meals so her children wouldn’t. The girl who walked miles to a schoolhouse because she believed the world owed her nothing but she’d take her seat anyway. She is the scientist they almost didn’t publish. The activist they jailed. The...