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    The Bittersweet Feelings Of Letting Go

    As I stand at the threshold of the house where I grew up, a flood of emotions washes over me. This quaint, familiar space, with its creaky wooden floors and sun-dappled windows, has been more than just a building; it’s been a silent witness to my life’s journey. From the echoes of laughter that danced in the hallways to the silent tears shed in the quiet of my room, every corner of this house is steeped in memories. Selling my childhood home feels like closing a cherished book filled with colorful chapters. There’s a sweet nostalgia in remembering the blissful days of childhood, the warmth of family gatherings, and the…

  • Cornerstone Content,  Writing

    I’ve Lived A Life Less Ordinary

    Today is the day that I’ve decided to write down all the things I’ve been holding back my entire life. Now is the time for me to finally write about black forests and wolves, the monster under my bed. This is my time, blessed, reverent, I understand. I was born intersex; for the first few years of my life, doctors weren’t sure of my birth gender. My parents decided to name me Thomas, and as I grew, I was effectively raised as a girl, which would have been my choice if I had been asked. Although I attended pre-school as a girl, my father insisted on enrolling me in grade…