Shadow Thoughts, fully formed. What’s new, what’s coming, and what’s yours.

This isn’t just a newsletter anymore. It’s a ritual for the ones who feel too much and say too little. A conversation with the parts of you that were never given permission to speak.

Now that the dust has settled
and Shadow Thoughts has shed its old skin,
I wanted to take a moment to show you what’s truly changed,
not just the name,
but the bones beneath it.
The structure.
The intention.
The depth we’re willing to go.

This isn’t just a newsletter anymore.
It’s a ritual for the ones who feel too much and say too little.
A conversation with the parts of you that were never given permission to speak.

It’s a place for grief that never got a funeral.
Anger that still simmers under your skin.
Stories you’ve rewritten to survive.

And now, it lives in seven distinct sections,
each one carved for a different part of your shadow.
Each one an invitation to descend,
to remember,
to speak what was once unspeakable.

Let me show you the rooms inside the wound.

A short poem. Every day.

Some will cut.
Some will name what you’ve never dared to say aloud.
These aren’t affirmations.
They’re incisions,
small truths carved into soft places,
where the light rarely reaches,
but the ache always lives.

Perfect if:
You crave daily resonance.
You read to feel seen before the day begins, or when it finally breaks you open.
You want words that don’t fix you,
just stand beside you in the dark.

A monthly shadow work thriller, released every full moon.

Think: Jungian fiction, emotional horror, and soul-mirror storytelling.
These aren’t just stories.
They’re descents,
tales of undoing, of identities cracking at the seams,
of what it means to look inward and find something staring back.

Part catharsis. Part confrontation.
Every tale is a wound you’re meant to witness.

Perfect if:
You crave depth.
You like your truths unsettling, wrapped in haunting, human skin.
You’ve ever seen yourself in a character who’s breaking,
and calling that breaking holy.

Ego and Shadow,
debating inside fictional and historical minds.

What happens when you split a character open,
peel back their public mask,
and listen to the war underneath?

This is the answer.
It’s philosophy.
It’s psychology.
It’s inner monologue therapy, tangled in tension and truth.
A chorus of voices fighting for control in the quietest corners of the soul.

Perfect if:
You crave character studies and moral contradictions.
You like your minds messy, your questions unresolvable.
You’ve argued with yourself, and lost, then questioned who won.

The shifts. The behind-the-scenes. The subtle earthquakes.

This is where I speak plainly
about the tremors inside the work,
the quiet evolutions inside me,
and the invisible ways this space is reshaping you, too.

These aren’t announcements.
They’re ruptures.
The moments between what was and what’s becoming.

Perfect if:
You want to feel the pulse behind the pages.
You like knowing what’s coming before it arrives.
You don’t just read the words, you trace where they were born.

I grew up learning that silence was safer.

That softness kept the peace.
That being liked meant being less.

So I folded my voice
into small, polite shapes,
until I forgot what it sounded like.

But pain keeps its own record.
And eventually,
it started writing back.

This is the story of how I disappeared.
And how the writing brought me home.
Not a victory lap.
A reckoning.

Perfect if:
You want to know the voice behind the wounds.
You’ve been quiet so long you forgot you were still here.
You’re looking for something honest enough to hurt and heal.

Delivered bi-weekly, but only to Founding Members.

Each one is a descent into a single emotional wound,
shame, anger, fear, abandonment, control…
not to analyze it, but to meet it,
day after day, without flinching.

Thirty prompts.
Thirty chances to sit with what you’ve buried.
This isn’t content.
It isn’t fluff.
It’s a mirror that doesn’t blink.
A daily reckoning dressed as a journal.
A quiet ritual for the parts of you that never got closure.

Perfect if:
You don’t want comfort, you want confrontation.
You crave structure but not softness.
You’re ready to write the things you swore you wouldn’t say out loud.

If it ever feels like too much (or not enough),
you can customize exactly what shows up in your inbox.

Here’s how:

1. Click your profile photo in the top-right corner of Substack

2. Select Settings from the dropdown menu

3. Scroll down to the Email Newsletters section

4. Find Shadow Thoughts and click Settings beside it

5. You’ll see checkboxes for:

   • ✅ Daily Thoughts

   • ✅ Camp Jung

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   • ✅ My Story

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     • Toggle on/off any section depending on what you want to receive

6. Changes save automatically… done!

This is your shadow work. You get to choose the pace.

Whether you read daily or only drop in once every full moon,

I’m grateful you’re here.
This space wasn’t built for performance.
It wasn’t made to impress.
It was built for honesty,
the kind that trembles,
the kind that doesn’t always tie itself up in healing bows.

Here, your silence is understood.
Your ache is allowed.
Your contradictions are expected.

And somewhere in the marrow of all this,
there’s a place for your voice.
Not the polished version.
The raw one.
The one you buried so well,
you almost forgot it was still breathing.

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