People call me Umi (海), a nod to my grandmother who believed ‘ocean’ was the perfect name for someone who lives at the mercy of undercurrents. I’m a “high-functioning” human with C-PTSD—sometimes I write about it, and sometimes it writes me.
My curiosity about other people usually outruns my desire to understand myself, which tends to get me in trouble (the fun kind, I promise).
I can’t map out exactly where this blog is headed, but if subtle sarcasm, offbeat monologues, and my questionable attempts at explaining life’s mysteries bring you comfort, well, that’s what I’m attempting at.
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Thank you.
It all goes towards my dream of becoming a full-time writer someday.
