When our mom died in a crash four years ago, my brother was shaken. I was too. But it did not throw me off balance the way it did him. Not at first.
Four years later, I caught up to him.
I have written five pieces about her in the past few weeks.
#Grief #WritingThroughIt #AmWriting #LossAndMemory
Four years later, I caught up to him.
I have written five pieces about her in the past few weeks.
#Grief #WritingThroughIt #AmWriting #LossAndMemory
May 8, 2025 at 7:50 PM
When our mom died in a crash four years ago, my brother was shaken. I was too. But it did not throw me off balance the way it did him. Not at first.
Four years later, I caught up to him.
I have written five pieces about her in the past few weeks.
#Grief #WritingThroughIt #AmWriting #LossAndMemory
Four years later, I caught up to him.
I have written five pieces about her in the past few weeks.
#Grief #WritingThroughIt #AmWriting #LossAndMemory
My research is like a half-written spell,
waiting for the part of me that still believes in magic.
Lately, life keeps stealing the pen.
Theories blur. Footnotes echo loud.
If you’re also trying to write through the fog
I see you.
Sometimes survival is the work.
#slowacademia #writingthroughit
waiting for the part of me that still believes in magic.
Lately, life keeps stealing the pen.
Theories blur. Footnotes echo loud.
If you’re also trying to write through the fog
I see you.
Sometimes survival is the work.
#slowacademia #writingthroughit
May 27, 2025 at 9:14 AM
My research is like a half-written spell,
waiting for the part of me that still believes in magic.
Lately, life keeps stealing the pen.
Theories blur. Footnotes echo loud.
If you’re also trying to write through the fog
I see you.
Sometimes survival is the work.
#slowacademia #writingthroughit
waiting for the part of me that still believes in magic.
Lately, life keeps stealing the pen.
Theories blur. Footnotes echo loud.
If you’re also trying to write through the fog
I see you.
Sometimes survival is the work.
#slowacademia #writingthroughit
Milk Teeth
#MentalHealthPoetry #WritingThroughIt #PoetryForHealing #ConfessionalPoetry #PoetryOfSurvival
#MentalHealthPoetry #WritingThroughIt #PoetryForHealing #ConfessionalPoetry #PoetryOfSurvival
October 28, 2025 at 4:50 PM
Just dropped a new piece:
"The Truth Hurts"
A short and sweet moment of vulnerability.
No Anchor. No Script.
Just me and the mic I used to hand to everyone else.
Read it here: deannafry.substack.com
#Substack #Journalism #WritingThroughIt #Writers #BehindTheHeadlines
"The Truth Hurts"
A short and sweet moment of vulnerability.
No Anchor. No Script.
Just me and the mic I used to hand to everyone else.
Read it here: deannafry.substack.com
#Substack #Journalism #WritingThroughIt #Writers #BehindTheHeadlines
May 7, 2025 at 11:05 PM
Just dropped a new piece:
"The Truth Hurts"
A short and sweet moment of vulnerability.
No Anchor. No Script.
Just me and the mic I used to hand to everyone else.
Read it here: deannafry.substack.com
#Substack #Journalism #WritingThroughIt #Writers #BehindTheHeadlines
"The Truth Hurts"
A short and sweet moment of vulnerability.
No Anchor. No Script.
Just me and the mic I used to hand to everyone else.
Read it here: deannafry.substack.com
#Substack #Journalism #WritingThroughIt #Writers #BehindTheHeadlines
Before motherhood, before careers, before life got complicated—there was writing. And now? I’m coming back to it, older, wiser, and with more stories to tell. 🖊️💭 #Storyteller #WritingThroughIt #FindingMyselfAgain
April 1, 2025 at 11:43 PM
Before motherhood, before careers, before life got complicated—there was writing. And now? I’m coming back to it, older, wiser, and with more stories to tell. 🖊️💭 #Storyteller #WritingThroughIt #FindingMyselfAgain
July 19, 2025 at 1:00 AM
My latest poem, published in No Apologies, helped me process some heavy emotions this month. Writing through it was cathartic—maybe reading it will be too.
#poetry #writingthroughit #NoApologies #creativeexpression
#poetry #writingthroughit #NoApologies #creativeexpression
No Reception
A thin fog escapes my chapped blue lips,like the ghost of a joint shared years ago.But oxytocin no longer kisses my brain—it sizzles to silence in my lungs,a hollow signal grasping at static. Many …
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January 30, 2025 at 6:35 PM
My latest poem, published in No Apologies, helped me process some heavy emotions this month. Writing through it was cathartic—maybe reading it will be too.
#poetry #writingthroughit #NoApologies #creativeexpression
#poetry #writingthroughit #NoApologies #creativeexpression
Mug’s full. Brain’s not. Trump’s riding high on transphobia and war drums like he’s auditioning for a Bond villain reboot. G7 felt like hope. Now it’s ICE and fire again. I’m staring at my draft like it’ll save us. It won’t. But I’ll keep writing anyway.
#WritingThroughIt #StoicWriter #DarkBrewDays
#WritingThroughIt #StoicWriter #DarkBrewDays
June 19, 2025 at 11:23 AM
Mug’s full. Brain’s not. Trump’s riding high on transphobia and war drums like he’s auditioning for a Bond villain reboot. G7 felt like hope. Now it’s ICE and fire again. I’m staring at my draft like it’ll save us. It won’t. But I’ll keep writing anyway.
#WritingThroughIt #StoicWriter #DarkBrewDays
#WritingThroughIt #StoicWriter #DarkBrewDays
“Smile, lock everything away, and just push through.”
A reflection on memory, silence, and the girl I once buried beneath strength.
New blog: The Girl I Locked Away
www.esther-derksen.com/blog/the-gir...
#WritingThroughIt #MemoryAndHealing #InnerChildJourney #shadowwork
A reflection on memory, silence, and the girl I once buried beneath strength.
New blog: The Girl I Locked Away
www.esther-derksen.com/blog/the-gir...
#WritingThroughIt #MemoryAndHealing #InnerChildJourney #shadowwork
The Girl I Locked Away — Esther Derksen
In this raw and personal blog, I revisit old diary entries, uncovering the silence around a painful chapter in my life. What begins as a journey through forgotten pages becomes a reflection on memory,...
www.esther-derksen.com
June 9, 2025 at 11:07 AM
“Smile, lock everything away, and just push through.”
A reflection on memory, silence, and the girl I once buried beneath strength.
New blog: The Girl I Locked Away
www.esther-derksen.com/blog/the-gir...
#WritingThroughIt #MemoryAndHealing #InnerChildJourney #shadowwork
A reflection on memory, silence, and the girl I once buried beneath strength.
New blog: The Girl I Locked Away
www.esther-derksen.com/blog/the-gir...
#WritingThroughIt #MemoryAndHealing #InnerChildJourney #shadowwork
Came home sick from a honeymoon, but still feeling hyped to whisper some prose into the void ✨️🖤
#QueerWriters #WriteWithPlushies #SoftApocalypse #PastelProphet
#SwanofWarWrites #WritingThroughIt #StuffedSacraments
#BlueskyWriters #PoetryOfGrief #HealingThroughStory
#TenderChaos
#QueerWriters #WriteWithPlushies #SoftApocalypse #PastelProphet
#SwanofWarWrites #WritingThroughIt #StuffedSacraments
#BlueskyWriters #PoetryOfGrief #HealingThroughStory
#TenderChaos
June 5, 2025 at 4:51 PM
Came home sick from a honeymoon, but still feeling hyped to whisper some prose into the void ✨️🖤
#QueerWriters #WriteWithPlushies #SoftApocalypse #PastelProphet
#SwanofWarWrites #WritingThroughIt #StuffedSacraments
#BlueskyWriters #PoetryOfGrief #HealingThroughStory
#TenderChaos
#QueerWriters #WriteWithPlushies #SoftApocalypse #PastelProphet
#SwanofWarWrites #WritingThroughIt #StuffedSacraments
#BlueskyWriters #PoetryOfGrief #HealingThroughStory
#TenderChaos
Woke up foggy, cold’s got me. Race this weekend too, ugh. But the coffee’s hot and the will’s still there. Even a groggy grind moves the story forward. ☕️❄️ #WritingThroughIt #Stoic #Coffee #WrittingCommunity
April 10, 2025 at 11:38 AM
Woke up foggy, cold’s got me. Race this weekend too, ugh. But the coffee’s hot and the will’s still there. Even a groggy grind moves the story forward. ☕️❄️ #WritingThroughIt #Stoic #Coffee #WrittingCommunity
Until then, I’m doing everything I can to move forward with hope and determination and a little magic from the Eloraverse to light the way.
#Hope #Eloraverse #TTRPG #WritingThroughIt
#Hope #Eloraverse #TTRPG #WritingThroughIt
July 31, 2025 at 9:37 PM
Until then, I’m doing everything I can to move forward with hope and determination and a little magic from the Eloraverse to light the way.
#Hope #Eloraverse #TTRPG #WritingThroughIt
#Hope #Eloraverse #TTRPG #WritingThroughIt
It’s not a productivity piece. It’s what happens when you write from inside the fog and manage to make one small ember glow anyway.
#adhd #mentalhealth #burnout #stillbuilding #forgedfromzero #writingthroughit
#adhd #mentalhealth #burnout #stillbuilding #forgedfromzero #writingthroughit
Real Me | Ep 1. - Depresso, Doomscrolling, Downright Chaos
A Real Day, A Raw Log, And Why I Still Showed Up Anyway - "Because if I’m gonna build a life worth living, I have to tell the truth while I do it."
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May 15, 2025 at 5:25 AM
It’s not a productivity piece. It’s what happens when you write from inside the fog and manage to make one small ember glow anyway.
#adhd #mentalhealth #burnout #stillbuilding #forgedfromzero #writingthroughit
#adhd #mentalhealth #burnout #stillbuilding #forgedfromzero #writingthroughit
Even if it’s dark. Even if it’s messy. Even if it’s still in pieces.
Your story is still worth telling.
Sometimes writing is survival. Sometimes it’s healing.
And sometimes, it’s both.
Keep going.
#StoryHealing #WritingThroughIt #MentalHealthMonth #KeepTellingYourStory
Your story is still worth telling.
Sometimes writing is survival. Sometimes it’s healing.
And sometimes, it’s both.
Keep going.
#StoryHealing #WritingThroughIt #MentalHealthMonth #KeepTellingYourStory
May 2, 2025 at 4:04 PM
Even if it’s dark. Even if it’s messy. Even if it’s still in pieces.
Your story is still worth telling.
Sometimes writing is survival. Sometimes it’s healing.
And sometimes, it’s both.
Keep going.
#StoryHealing #WritingThroughIt #MentalHealthMonth #KeepTellingYourStory
Your story is still worth telling.
Sometimes writing is survival. Sometimes it’s healing.
And sometimes, it’s both.
Keep going.
#StoryHealing #WritingThroughIt #MentalHealthMonth #KeepTellingYourStory
Dead Calm
...days as if made of nothing.
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#TheFogJournal #DeadCalm #MentalHealth #WritingThroughIt #innerlandscapes #MentalHealthAwareness
...days as if made of nothing.
gusmartinie.wordpress.com/2025/08/22/d...
#TheFogJournal #DeadCalm #MentalHealth #WritingThroughIt #innerlandscapes #MentalHealthAwareness
Dead Calm
These days are as if made of nothing.Insensitive hours, new treatment.A still lake covered in fog and pills. There is barely a cold breeze, the wind no longer blows.The water does not stir.Everythi…
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August 22, 2025 at 2:49 PM
Dead Calm
...days as if made of nothing.
gusmartinie.wordpress.com/2025/08/22/d...
#TheFogJournal #DeadCalm #MentalHealth #WritingThroughIt #innerlandscapes #MentalHealthAwareness
...days as if made of nothing.
gusmartinie.wordpress.com/2025/08/22/d...
#TheFogJournal #DeadCalm #MentalHealth #WritingThroughIt #innerlandscapes #MentalHealthAwareness
After years of silencing my own thoughts, I’m finally writing again — letting my mind process, remember, and heal. The words are flowing, and maybe they’re meant for you. Read my 2nd #Substack bit.ly/41e8sR5 #HealingUnfiltered #WritingThroughIt
I Am Who I Am And That Is Enough
Healing, Writing, and the Courage to Be Seen
open.substack.com
February 11, 2025 at 2:07 PM
After years of silencing my own thoughts, I’m finally writing again — letting my mind process, remember, and heal. The words are flowing, and maybe they’re meant for you. Read my 2nd #Substack bit.ly/41e8sR5 #HealingUnfiltered #WritingThroughIt
Today I was writing for me, yet in the midst of putting my heart on the page, I found something more.
It’s amazing how writing can open doors you never expected—to healing, to clarity, to others who say, ‘Me too.’
You never know what you’ll find on the other side of the words.
#WritingThroughIt
It’s amazing how writing can open doors you never expected—to healing, to clarity, to others who say, ‘Me too.’
You never know what you’ll find on the other side of the words.
#WritingThroughIt
February 4, 2025 at 12:28 AM
Today I was writing for me, yet in the midst of putting my heart on the page, I found something more.
It’s amazing how writing can open doors you never expected—to healing, to clarity, to others who say, ‘Me too.’
You never know what you’ll find on the other side of the words.
#WritingThroughIt
It’s amazing how writing can open doors you never expected—to healing, to clarity, to others who say, ‘Me too.’
You never know what you’ll find on the other side of the words.
#WritingThroughIt
I used to think that healing was a steady, upward path if you just had enough effort, pills, discipline and hope.
#MentalHealth #DepressionisReal #WritingThroughIt
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To whoever’s walking through it too.
#MentalHealth #DepressionisReal #WritingThroughIt
gusmartinie.wordpress.com/2025/07/30/i...
To whoever’s walking through it too.
It’s not about climbing a summit
I used to think healing was like climbing a mountain —a steady, upward path if you just had enough effort, discipline, pills, and hope.And for a while, it felt like I was making progress.Breathless…
gusmartinie.wordpress.com
July 30, 2025 at 9:34 AM
I used to think that healing was a steady, upward path if you just had enough effort, pills, discipline and hope.
#MentalHealth #DepressionisReal #WritingThroughIt
gusmartinie.wordpress.com/2025/07/30/i...
To whoever’s walking through it too.
#MentalHealth #DepressionisReal #WritingThroughIt
gusmartinie.wordpress.com/2025/07/30/i...
To whoever’s walking through it too.
I thought I could stay the same.
But I didn’t.
I became.
#Matrescence #PoetryOfMotherhood #StrongAsAMother #GriefAndGrowth #GentleRage #MotherhoodUnfiltered #WritingThroughIt #PostpartumPoetry #CreativeMothers #IAmBecoming #LossMomsAreMoms
But I didn’t.
I became.
#Matrescence #PoetryOfMotherhood #StrongAsAMother #GriefAndGrowth #GentleRage #MotherhoodUnfiltered #WritingThroughIt #PostpartumPoetry #CreativeMothers #IAmBecoming #LossMomsAreMoms
May 10, 2025 at 5:16 PM
I thought I could stay the same.
But I didn’t.
I became.
#Matrescence #PoetryOfMotherhood #StrongAsAMother #GriefAndGrowth #GentleRage #MotherhoodUnfiltered #WritingThroughIt #PostpartumPoetry #CreativeMothers #IAmBecoming #LossMomsAreMoms
But I didn’t.
I became.
#Matrescence #PoetryOfMotherhood #StrongAsAMother #GriefAndGrowth #GentleRage #MotherhoodUnfiltered #WritingThroughIt #PostpartumPoetry #CreativeMothers #IAmBecoming #LossMomsAreMoms
Every time I write about body horror, I’m also writing about care. What breaks, what heals, what lingers. #BodyHorror #WritingThroughIt #writesky
November 6, 2025 at 2:26 AM
Every time I write about body horror, I’m also writing about care. What breaks, what heals, what lingers. #BodyHorror #WritingThroughIt #writesky