I know why you left, and I understand why you stayed.

Some stories don’t arrive all at once. Often, they’ll come like dandelion fluff, floating in the air around us. Sometimes, a bit sticks to us like a wish and lingers in our hearts. Othertimes, they’ll come to us in a flurry of wind, and suddenly, they’re all around. Some may haunt us, following us like an unsettled spirit rising from its grave, I, its chosen keeper of its tale. The only way to set its story free is to write. After all, all of us, no matter who we are- the villain, the hero, the trickster- want to be heard and seen. Even the hermit alone in his cave has…

Welcome to writingbySusannah. I have always been drawn to the in-between places- the spaces between who we were and who we’re becoming, between loss and healing, between leaving and returning. This is a space for those stories.