Look—I love a good grilled hot dog and overly patriotic playlist as much as anyone. Here in the U.S., the 4th of July is our Independence Day—a time for fireworks, cookouts, and pretending it’s not 400 degrees in Texas. There’s something nostalgic about watching the sky light up while holding a melting popsicle and trying

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For a long time, I thought survival meant silence. If I didn’t feel it-didn’t name it-maybe it couldn’t destroy me. So I went numb. Because numbness is quieter than pain. Because when you’ve sat at the edge of yourself – when depression curls its fingers around your lungs – feeling anything can seem like a

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I didn’t choose the name A.S. Thorne by accident. It’s not just a pen name – it’s a quiet place. A whispered agreement between every version of myself that never got to speak, and the one finally learning how. The initials stand for Another Self. Not because I’m hiding – but because I’m healing. Because

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