After attending a panel about belonging at the Vancouver Writer’s Fest, I started wondering about my own beliefs around this topic. What does it mean to belong? And why, for so much of my life, have I assumed that I don’t?

This was a really interesting post for me to write.

Here’s an excerpt:

Who am I? It’s a question I’ve been asking myself every morning, and it scares me that I don’t have an answer. I don’t know who I’m looking at anymore. I know her name. I know that she’s scared. And I feel like she wants me to listen to something I’m afraid to slow down enough to hear.

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