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Featured essay ‘A Lined Refuge’

“If it’s not a drunk man, then it’s a disapproving parent, a doubtful colleague or a skeptical stranger. I don’t need to worry about the voice in my head. There are enough people questioning what I do, asking about the plan, wondering when I’ll give up.

But I keep writing. For my sanity. For my son. For my future and for my past.

I wrote it when I didn’t think I could. I wrote it when I couldn’t say it out loud. I wrote it because I didn’t know what else to do. I wrote it because I had no other choice.”