Each episode is a letter to the audience. Fragments of thought and heartbeat written in the margins of an ordinary yet impossible life. I am Bailey: a runner training for a 100 mile race, pursuing a PHD in psychology, and living with both BPD and Ehlers-Danlos. Here I leave digital journal entries, philosophical rants, and confessions told into the microphone like unsent letters. Some are to you, some are to myself, some to the ache of existence itself. If you have ever wanted to collapse and keep going all at once, these letters are addressed to you.
Love,
- B.S.
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Each episode is a letter to the audience. Fragments of thought and heartbeat written in the margins of an ordinary yet impossible life. I am Bailey: a runner training for a 100 mile race, pursuing a PHD in psychology, and living with both BPD and Ehlers-Danlos. Here I leave digital journal entries, philosophical rants, and confessions told into the microphone like unsent letters. Some are to you, some are to myself, some to the ache of existence itself. If you have ever wanted to collapse and keep going all at once, these letters are addressed to you.
Love,
- B.S.
Pain doesn’t disappear, but neither does our capacity to live. In this episode, I explore how to keep moving forward when life hurts—finding meaning, beauty, and strength in the act of simply continuing.
Letters From Bailey
Each episode is a letter to the audience. Fragments of thought and heartbeat written in the margins of an ordinary yet impossible life. I am Bailey: a runner training for a 100 mile race, pursuing a PHD in psychology, and living with both BPD and Ehlers-Danlos. Here I leave digital journal entries, philosophical rants, and confessions told into the microphone like unsent letters. Some are to you, some are to myself, some to the ache of existence itself. If you have ever wanted to collapse and keep going all at once, these letters are addressed to you.
Love,
- B.S.
