macaulaymeg

This website was made because I have a lot of words in my heart and a need for somewhere to express them. When someone lands here, I hope they feel welcomed. When they leave, I hope they feel something. What prompted me to start sharing my writing was the realization that there’s nothing holding my voice back.

If someone asked me “Who is Meg” I’d likely want sit and stare at wall for approximately fifteen minutes. I’m a lot of things; I’m a gentle, loving individual who has learned a lot of lessons, often not the easy way. I’ve been on a long journey in healing and recovery, and have come to learn that the smallest of things can leave the greatest of impacts. What I’m naturally curious about is how we as humans think, function, and interact with each other. My friends come to me for guidance, a moment of distraction, and wisdom from my years of sobriety earned at a young age.

Hopefully, I write about things that make me think, that I’ve wondered, or that I simply would like to share. Ideally, this space won’t become clinical or research-paper adjacent. It’s personal, but not a time capsule from my most dramatic Tumblr years. What made me start illustrating was determination. I kept saying “I can’t draw” and “I’m bad at drawing”, and started telling myself that I’m learning.

Something simple that makes me ridiculously happy is watching pets just, exist. What surprises people to learn about me is that my bubbliness is a mask that hides many, many layers of darkness and healed wounds. If someone were to read my entire site, what I hope they’d understand about me is that I’m a human. I’m still learning who I really am, I fumble and make mistakes, and sometimes I create something beautiful with my fumbles and mistakes.

One lesson that pops up everywhere in my life is “one step at a time”. After growing up hearing it often, it feels like this is what I say to myself constantly. It helps my friends when they need me, and it can be said so many ways and always mean the same. When I’m writing, I’m imagining my older self looking back at my old writings, remembering something or maybe realizing I might not even think the same way any longer. If there’s one thing I wish someone had told my 20 year old self, it’s that I’m more resilient and smarter than I realize.