I saw the notification and instead of immediately devouring this, I waited til I got home, so I can savor this morsel in the salty night breeze, with cricket songs wearing nothing but my Dr martens, tattoos and underthings. Thank you for this nourishing feast of words I didn’t know I needed.
“As someone who has found shadows where I could, found corners where I could, found any way to be seen without really being seen – this bareness is confronting.”
I can relate to that feeling all too well. And you’re so right, something about Substack feels more real. That in itself is terrifying in its own very particular way.
And yet, despite the fear I have a feeling that it might just lead us towards our own liberation ✨
Thank you for already being here, it’s like walking into a party and recognising someone. And I think you’re right, and know, I’m right there with you. Stumbling into whatever’s to come. x
You're so welcome Brooke, it's such a joy to be reading your words again. I'm glad to be walking alongside you on this path, dreaming up new possibilities ❤️
This is so very much why I haven't started writing my own yet. It's coming...I'm RIGHT THERE on the precipice and I know the words are dying to come out. But am I ready to jump, to free fall into this space of vulnerability, of allowing myself to be truly SEEN? I need it and it fucking terrifies me.
I adore this. Resonates with me so very deeply as I, too, for most of my life have found ways to be seen without really being seen. The vulnerability I feel every time I spit a newsletter out sometimes makes me want to disappear immediately but I have found the process to be so healing. Knowing that there are people reading what I’m delivering - even if only a handful - surprisingly doesn’t give me any validation whatsoever but rather feels like one of those hugs that allows me to exhale completely. A beautifully written confession xxx
Hi Brooke, this is beautiful. Many would agree that it feels foreign in an online space where we can really be real. Really. I so don’t want to pollute the freshness of its air, how it feels learning move my breathe instead of hold it.
I’ve been experiencing a near-aversion to opening a single app, even Substack, teaching myself how to un-hide the parts of me I buried under trends and stats didn’t want to give my attention to, now to grow a garden here.
Wow wow wow wow WOW.
I actually made out loud noises to this. Incredible & relatable & thank you & we love you & you have our endless support. <3
My freaking heart. This comment felt like a huge hug after a long day. x
Please never stop writing Brooke; it is medicine for the soul ✨
Annie, thank you + thank you for reading. Forever grateful.
🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍💋💋💋💋💋
🖤
I saw the notification and instead of immediately devouring this, I waited til I got home, so I can savor this morsel in the salty night breeze, with cricket songs wearing nothing but my Dr martens, tattoos and underthings. Thank you for this nourishing feast of words I didn’t know I needed.
Again.
You are a dream and I feel like I was there. You main character, you. Thank you for reading them, and feeling them with me. Always.
Breathtaking 😢♥️
Thank you, deeply honestly
Vulnerability looks good on you, B. Xx
This makes me breathe to the bottom of my lungs. Thank you, for the compliment. I’m gonna keep it - as a reminder. 🤍
“As someone who has found shadows where I could, found corners where I could, found any way to be seen without really being seen – this bareness is confronting.”
I can relate to that feeling all too well. And you’re so right, something about Substack feels more real. That in itself is terrifying in its own very particular way.
And yet, despite the fear I have a feeling that it might just lead us towards our own liberation ✨
Thank you for already being here, it’s like walking into a party and recognising someone. And I think you’re right, and know, I’m right there with you. Stumbling into whatever’s to come. x
You're so welcome Brooke, it's such a joy to be reading your words again. I'm glad to be walking alongside you on this path, dreaming up new possibilities ❤️
This is so very much why I haven't started writing my own yet. It's coming...I'm RIGHT THERE on the precipice and I know the words are dying to come out. But am I ready to jump, to free fall into this space of vulnerability, of allowing myself to be truly SEEN? I need it and it fucking terrifies me.
You are a dream.
Coming out of the shadows with you Brooke <3 Lets all swing our legs from the kitchen sink together.
This touched me in a place that froze over not seeing you words on my screen. LOVE. And feel it all so deeply, walking this vulnerability with you
So beautiful!
I adore this. Resonates with me so very deeply as I, too, for most of my life have found ways to be seen without really being seen. The vulnerability I feel every time I spit a newsletter out sometimes makes me want to disappear immediately but I have found the process to be so healing. Knowing that there are people reading what I’m delivering - even if only a handful - surprisingly doesn’t give me any validation whatsoever but rather feels like one of those hugs that allows me to exhale completely. A beautifully written confession xxx
Hi Brooke, this is beautiful. Many would agree that it feels foreign in an online space where we can really be real. Really. I so don’t want to pollute the freshness of its air, how it feels learning move my breathe instead of hold it.
I’ve been experiencing a near-aversion to opening a single app, even Substack, teaching myself how to un-hide the parts of me I buried under trends and stats didn’t want to give my attention to, now to grow a garden here.
🙏🏻
So damn here for this.
And so damn stoked you’re here and writing.
It’s a beautiful playground that I’ve been adoring.
🔥✨
So very glad that you are here in this space. Your words are portals and will be treated with reverence here I have no doubt. X
This really spoke to me. THANK YOU.
Oh my, your writing is a place I’d like to live. Thank you, I resonated so much with your words. And my god, I can’t wait to read more. 🤍