Welcome to Lita's Lens

Reflections on Grief, Identity and Self-Discovery

A Letter from Lita

Dear Reader,

I have always been someone who thinks and feels deeply and I write to find the words and meaning for experiences that are hard to articulate. My reflections are personal, and I write to stay in touch with myself. This introspective blog space where I've chosen to let that journey be witnessed, writing about my lived human experience, exploring life transitions, identity, and the quiet, ongoing work of being honest about who and how I am as everything changes.

You're welcomed to witness life through Lita's Lens,

and I hope that something here gives you language for something you've been carrying.

~Carlita

Featured Posts

When Conversations Feel Like Progress But Nothing Changes

When You’ve Done the Work and It Still Doesn’t Work

When Your Needs Still Aren’t Being Met

The Fantasy That Made Room

I found myself texting my friend at some point to tell her that if I could go back and be loved by someone like Pacey, I would have shouted it from the rooftops. He wasn't just a well written character. He was the fantasy a lot of us carried quietly into adulthood without ever having the words for it.

May 74 min read

How to Let Go of Guilt When the Past Refuses to Let Go Of You

Guilt is powerful and intimidating. Left unchecked it can coerce you into voluntary servitude and you won't even realize you volunteered.

May 56 min read

The Almost-Right Thing

I spent the past two months watching six seasons of Dawson's Creek. By the end, I was left thinking alot less about the show and alot more about what it said about me.

May 34 min read

Standard of Being

I can't explain why I initially started unraveling that first loc. When it was done I just stared at the curl that came out of it. It was beautiful. Loose. Free. It felt like a version of me that was unmuted and untamed. And I liked it.

May 24 min read

I Am Still Myself

One of my greatest fears after learning I had Multiple Sclerosis was the possibility of cognitive changes. Noth the pain, not the physical limitaitons, but the fear of losing myself from the inside out while still being present enough to watch it happen.

Apr 264 min read

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