>I often feel the call to write about heavy life experiences for a number of reasons, ranging from seeking solidarity with others to wanting to work through my own feelings. Across my blog and my personal diary, I write to connect, to illuminate, and, selfishly, to salve personal wounds. Predictably, these reasons often blend and overlap. However, I have an ongoing fear of crossing a line. Of offering excessive personal access for the sake of it, conflating it with “good writing” when it’s really just a cumbersome confessional - a self-gratifying expulsion.