A place where I peel open the can of my tightly packaged thoughts and let them spill onto the page.

This blog is a refuge for the thoughts that don’t fit neatly into the professional world I inhabit, where neutrality is an expectation and detachment a valued skill. It is a space where I can write about the causes that stir me, the injustices that demand attention, and the world as it unfolds, in all its complexity. But it is also a space where I refuse to be boxed in. I will write as a lawyer, yes, but also as a person. Because no one is ever just one thing.

Here, I intend to be vulnerable: to write about the parts of myself that are easier left unsaid; the thoughts struck out and concealed beneath the polished façade presented to the world.

This includes an earnest endeavour to put into words early lessons in resilience: what it meant to navigate a childhood of loss and uncertainty, with little to hand but the need to keep going. It is a part of my story that doesn’t make for polite conversation. But it shaped me as surely as any degree or professional experience. It gave me grit. It made me resourceful. And because of it, I’m able to hold both pain and hope in the same breath—a lesson that feels central to survival in a world that does not soften for anyone.

These are the things I carry, and these are the things I will write about.

So if you are here for the law, you will find it. If you are here for the unfiltered, deeply personal, sometimes uncomfortable truths, you will find those too. And if you are here for both, welcome—you are exactly where you need to be.

This is The Redacted Self. Let’s begin.