I think I need to go offline for a while. Somewhere between blogging, scrolling, creating and constantly thinking about what comes next, I lost track of who I am when nobody’s watching. So I’m logging off a little and trying to find her again.
A deeply personal reflection on family, loss, and growing up feeling like an outsider in your own bloodline. Navigating grief, distance, and identity — and the ache of being known only as Ken’s daughter.
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