
For Clarity
- Christian
- Dec 12, 2025
- 1 min read
Someone asked me if I ever feel weird writing here, knowing my ex knows this site exists and could read what I post.
I don’t, honestly.
She knows this blog is where I process my internal world. She also knows she’s free to read it if she ever wanted to, and if something brought up big feelings or questions, she knows she could come to me about it.
But the reality is, she doesn’t really come here. She’s not much of a reader, and emotional writing has never been her thing. When I get excited about a new review, she’ll look at that side of the site, but the blog itself has never really been a space she’s engaged with.
So when I write here, I’m not writing with her in mind. I’m writing for myself. This is where I put things so they don’t stay stuck inside me.
There’s something about writing and knowing that even one other person might see it, that I’m not alone in it, that’s been really cathartic for me.
I do realize that my writing can land in a lot of different ways. I’m always open to comments, questions, or suggestions, as long as they’re respectful. You can engage with me in the comments under a post, or if you’d prefer something more private, you can reach me by email. The email is listed on the homepage of this website.
Thank you for being one of the people who helps me feel less alone with my inner world.


