About

I’ve always thought that I have no thoughts. This is me trying to vocalise what little I have in my brain.

I have feelings, I know that much. But I don’t know how to put them into words. They don’t organise themselves properly in my head. They arrive all at once, overlapping and unfinished. When I try to speak, it comes out in a mess. I trip over my words. What I mean gets lost somewhere between thought and mouth.

Writing slows things down, as it gives me a second chance. On the page, I can pause and rearrange and admit uncertainty. I can say things the way I actually mean them, even if it takes a few tries.

My background is mostly technical. I spend a lot of time thinking about systems, structure, and how things behave under pressure: data, models, abstractions, rules. Precision comes more naturally to me than expression. But the longer I work in technical spaces, the more I notice everything they leave unsaid: the human parts, the intuition, the feelings that don’t reduce cleanly.

This space sits somewhere between those worlds. It’s where analysis softens into reflection, where personal experience gets examined with the same care as a problem worth solving. Some of what I write is careful and some of it is half-formed, but most of it is me trying to understand what’s happening as it happens.

So... this is practice! Not performance, nor certainty, just an attempt to say something before it dissolves. If anything here makes sense, it’s because I’m learning how to translate feeling into language.