theinkchapel
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This is late. But I needed time to process someone else’s brain. Failed miserably. So wrote this to detox the failure. Let’s just get this out of the way: This goes for any holiday. If you haven’t spoken to me in six months, don’t pop up on Christmas like we’re good. Don’t do it. Don’t…
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When you don’t have access to the people you love, you learn very quickly that words become your only proof of existence. Writing becomes more than expression—it becomes the place where truth waits patiently, in case someone comes looking for it later. I’m aware that some people will only ever know me through what I…
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You know—the time of year when the internet tells you to be grateful, drink cocoa, and pretend your life isn’t actively on fire. I didn’t even think about presents until a few days ago. Not because I don’t care. Because sometimes grief eats the part of your brain that plans joy. Then the sadness showed…
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So… plot twist: apparently I’ve been starring in a drama I didn’t sign up for. The setting? Courtroom land. The genre? Bad reality TV with legal stationery. Subject? I just want to see my kids without him breathing down my neck. Today’s highlight reel was brought to me via ex husband Stevie Poo’s formal court…
The Ink Chapel 