A lil nap. A lil yap.
And a whole lot of what makes us human.
And a whole lot of what makes us human.
This space was never meant to be perfect. It was meant to be real.
Hey you,
If you’ve found yourself here, maybe you were looking for something that feels — honest.
If you’ve found yourself here, maybe you were looking for something that feels — honest.
Naps & Yaps lives in the in-betweens,
between a nap and a thought spiral,
between silence and chaos,
between who I was and who I’m still becoming.
between a nap and a thought spiral,
between silence and chaos,
between who I was and who I’m still becoming.
It’s where the unspoken gets a voice.
Where the ache stretches its limbs, and healing takes its time.
Where the overthinking has a bed to lie in, and the emotions, all of them, get to just exist.
Where the ache stretches its limbs, and healing takes its time.
Where the overthinking has a bed to lie in, and the emotions, all of them, get to just exist.
Some days, I write from joy.
Some days, from the ruins.
And some days, just because there’s nowhere else to put it all.
Some days, from the ruins.
And some days, just because there’s nowhere else to put it all.
You won’t find categories here.
Just pieces of a person trying to grow without rushing,
feel without filtering,
and be without needing to explain.
Just pieces of a person trying to grow without rushing,
feel without filtering,
and be without needing to explain.
If anything here stirs something in you, a memory, a tear, a quiet “me too”,
then stay a while. Or come back when you need to.
We’re already in this together.
then stay a while. Or come back when you need to.
We’re already in this together.
A lil nap. A lil yap.
With love,
Gowri
With love,
Gowri