I wrote a little note/confession/entry on how much this essay means to me on Instagram.

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It was formulated when I was hosting a roommate who was desperate to be a mother and it would permeate our conversations constantly. Her lack of understanding and perhaps, refusal to understand, why someone would not want to bear children inspired this chaotic stream of consciousness. 

 

I cried a lot writing this because it felt too vulnerable, but the guidance from Voiceworks' editors & response from the writing & reading community & care from my closest circle have been reassuring < 3

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