Rocky mountain peaks partially obscured by fog, with layered ridges visible through mist and soft gray sky above.

Why Not Knowing Makes Me Anxious

Not knowing doesn’t just feel uncomfortable to me. It unsettles my nervous system. I used to think that meant I was rigid or overly logical. Now I understand that clarity is how I regulate, and why misalignment or unanswered questions create anxiety that looks like distance but is actually self-stabilization.

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Morning light breaking through fog over a quiet field with tall grass in the foreground, symbolizing gradual clarity after grief.

Where I Was

More than nine years ago, I wrote about guilt after losing my son. I recently came across that original piece and chose to leave it exactly as it was written. This is a reflection on who I was then, what I understand now, and how growth does not erase paradox.

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