Flight attendant, recovering overthinker, professional smiler. Reporting from somewhere between recovery, glamour, God, turbulence, and emotional baggage claim. Lucy keeps changing gates.
• Emotional Baggage • IFS • Recovery • Grief • Divine Dispatch
Lucy was not just the missing part this time. She came out of the skies as Divine Dispatch, called in the medicine, and helped every part of me finally find a place to land.
Lucy Changed Gates and Took My Inside Voice With Her I am standing in the aisle with a beverage cart, thirty-six thousand feet above sea level, smiling like I was assembled in a customer service factory by women named Linda who still believe in pantyhose. And all I want to
Welcome aboard. No one knows where Lucy is. That is sort of the point. This is a turbulence report from somewhere between recovery, flight attendant life, emotional baggage claim, and divine dispatch. It is part diary, part confession booth, part crew lounge fever dream, part incident report filed directly with