everything i wrote in 2025

A timeline through the written word.

Writing is the activity by which I measure my days. Outside of the page, things blur: semesters end, deadlines shift, people enter and exit, whole versions of myself flicker in and out like candlelight. But when I look back at what I wrote, I can trace the shape of the year—my obsessions, my experiments, the parts of myself I was brave enough to commit to immortality.

Joan Didion famously wrote that the importance of keeping a notebook was not in its factual ability to recount the past, but its ability to capture herself at a given moment in time. She writes, “How it felt to me: that is getting closer to the truth about a notebook. […] Remember what it was to be me: that is always the point.”

I was many different people in 2025: grad school student, therapist-in-training, debut novelist, best friend, ex-girlfriend, daughter, roommate. Through it all, though, I have been a writer. I always will be.

I tend to write about 15k words per month—less if things are happening, more if things are, well, not. Sometimes I write more because things are happening, though, so perhaps this is an unreliable metric. (You do not have to produce as much as I do in order to be a writer. In fact, I think you shouldn’t. I am a troubled individual and therefore should not be used as a role model.)

So here’s my year in words—messy and ambitious, haunted and hopeful.