Dear Reader,
Good evening. It is 6:37pm, there’s a soft and cool evening breeze coming in through the top of my open window and my cat Yume is curled into a croissant tucked deep into her dreams upon my bed. The soft beats of cold sunsets by Milkz is trilling into my ear, the notes dancing upon each other up into the air above my head, and sailing out the window. I’m seated at my desk, inside my blessedly large room, inside of a tiny rented house that rests in the south of Boston.
Long ago, during a time when I had no where that was my own, I created this blog to claim back that space. Maiadvice I’ve named it as a way for me, and others, to do just that. Share advice. When you’re feeling lost in a way that can’t possibly be real. When the shadows on the walls have risen and are pressing on your neck, choking back your words. When this fragile shell of meat and bones no longer feels large enough to hold all the pain inside of you, I want you to come here. I want you to find a poem, an image, a quote, a person, me, anything; anything at all, to pull you back. To give you a crack of light to shine in that pitch black darkness.
And if these words fall on the ears of no one, that’s okay too. This is a space for me and for anyone. And if only I am to use it, I can only hope I don’t lose the joy I find in creating it. Too often my anxiety likes to twist things until that which brought me happiness is only another source of stress. I wish that on no one. Hopefully this space becomes a place where demons like anxiety can be slayed at the click of a mouse.
Most importantly. How are you today?
Wishing you peace,
Maia