This Is Where I Begin Again

Dear reader,

I’ve waited a while to write this first post.
Not because I didn’t know what to say,
but because I wanted to arrive fully.
Not just with words—but with presence.

This blog is a collection of letters, poems, and reflections from the spaces we often carry in silence. Some were written when I thought no one would ever read them. Others I wrote hoping someone,

somewhere, might feel less alone.

You’ll come to know the voice behind this blog as Meestique—a name that lets me share the most intimate parts of myself while still keeping something sacred.
There’s another name—Riri—one given to me by someone who saw me deeply. That voice shows up sometimes. You’ll know it when you feel her.

This is a space for softness and sharpness.
For questions without clean answers.
For longing, reflection, poetry, and small emotional awakenings.

If you’ve ever felt too much, or not enough,
if you’ve ever longed to be seen—not watched, but understood—
you belong here too.


Welcome to my quiet corner.
Let’s begin again, together.

With care,
Meestique- The Empathic Social Observer.