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The Fog
After the fire comes the smoke. Thick, disorienting, and hard to breathe through.
The Fog is the in-between space: numbness, confusion, and the slow piecing together of what really happened.
It didn’t happen in a tidy order. Some days were foggy even while I was creating or coming home to myself.
These are the writings where clarity was still forming and the path forward was hidden in shadow.
Who Would’ve Thought
A bittersweet memory hit me tonight. It was a good hike.
Katherine Tatsuda
7 days ago1 min read
I Didn't Expect This
I didn't expect to be hit so hard in the middle of absurdity.
Katherine Tatsuda
Nov 144 min read
Relapse Into The Wound
I thought I would be ok. What is 90 minutes? It turns out it is an eternity.
Katherine Tatsuda
Nov 92 min read
Build The Ladder
What do you do when no one is coming to save you?
Katherine Tatsuda
Nov 92 min read
Something I Haven't Said
Healing hasn’t been all strength and self-love. Sometimes it’s been worry, raw and human
Katherine Tatsuda
Oct 121 min read
The Mind's Mercy
Sometimes the mind doesn’t forget, it simply waits until you’re safe enough to remember.
Katherine Tatsuda
Oct 62 min read
The Ache of Two Truths
What do you do when the life you lived and the truth you discovered refuse to fit together?
Katherine Tatsuda
Oct 33 min read
Goodbye, Old Friend
A morning text brought news I didn’t want, but I carry the love just the same.
Katherine Tatsuda
Oct 11 min read
Wings of Grief
There is a strange power in standing on the precipice, holding both ruin and flight at once.
Katherine Tatsuda
Sep 301 min read
Every So Often, The Fog
The fog rolls in every so often, memories stirring, familiar shadows appearing. But I keep walking, knowing that I loved deeply.
Katherine Tatsuda
Sep 291 min read
The Hidden Cost of Loving a Man Who Lies
The hidden cost of this relationship probably isn't what you think.
Katherine Tatsuda
Sep 254 min read
Addiction, Love, & The Choice to Stay
Between love and hurt, I don’t know the next step. For now, I’m letting that be okay.
Katherine Tatsuda
Sep 202 min read
I Ache for the Hurricane
I thought I wanted the pain to end until I realized it was where I found myself.
Katherine Tatsuda
Sep 192 min read
Dear {Name Redacted}: A Letter I’ll Never Send
I thought it was real. It all meant something to me. It still does, just differently.
Katherine Tatsuda
Sep 172 min read
Grief is Lonely
Grief is lonely, even when I’m not alone.
My heart keeps beating,
even when it aches.
Even when it’s tired of aching.
Katherine Tatsuda
Aug 81 min read
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