Post by Allyn Bailey

“Sometimes we have not lost the self. We have lost the system that kept confirming the self.” Well, shit. All of that from one tiny tea strainer and a stranger who assumed I knew what I was doing. My latest essay explores why identity gets wobbly when the title changes, the relationship ends, or the room stops reflecting us back the same way. Less “find yourself.” More: figure out what is actually yours now, and what can move with you.