Why this Blog even exists

In our house, we aren’t “social media people.” We’ve seen where it’s gone lately, and we usually stay away. I use YouTube for actual useful information(and the occasional cat short, obviously), and Pinterest for finding worksheets and ideas for the kids I work with.

But there’s a reason I’m here now, and it’s buried in a memory from a therapy session. I remember talking to my therapist(my friend and my mentor) about an essay I had to write. I had chosen a quote by Aristotle: “Humans are by nature social animals.”

I used to joke with her about it all the time. I remember one time I told her, “Then, why do I feel like a stray cat in a dark alley living next to a dumpster?” We would have these long, deep conversations about what it actually means to be “social.” She used to say that being a “social animal” doesn’t mean you have to be at a party. It means not feeling that you are alone.

So, I made this blog. I want to show you the “glitch.” I want to show you that whether you smuggle books, struggle with the world, or use art and stories to sit with the dark, you are not alone.

I’ve also reactivated my Instagram account and later linked it to Threads. But I’ll be honest, the first few days there were a glitch of their own. For nearly a week, my feed was a parade of indecent poses and noise that made me want to delete the app instantly. Then, slowly, the algorithm finally “learned” my heart.

Now, my feed looks like home: it’s filled with artists, quiet writers, people rebuilding their lives after trauma, and an endless stream of cats that actually help my nervous system settle. I finally found my corner of the alley.

I’m here because of that joke about Aristotle. And because we are social animals, after all, we just need to find the right pack.

Credits:
• Slide 1: Aristotle bust (Public Domain/Archives)
• Slide 2: My stray-at-heart, Puffy
• Slide 3: Cover of my 2026 desk calendar