I started ‘Into the Marsh’ in my 20’s to document my foray through the “marsh of adulting”. A transition between two contrasting ecosystems, marsh served as a metaphor for the state of mind I was in — a passage between youth and adulthood. All the confusions, the feelings of isolation, the insecurities — they were all part of a quarter-life crisis I had been experiencing.

Now in my 30’s, life is just as beautifully messy. With my writing, I seek to make sense of what is happening, both in the physical world where I live and inside my head.

I also like to think of ‘Into the Marsh’ as a cheeky pun for journeying into myself, because “marsh” — clearly — stems from my name, Marsha.

So, here, I will record my hopes and fears, what I do and why I do it, what I learn and what I unlearn. I will be asking questions and be okay with not having the answers immediately. It will not be all pretty.

Regardless, I choose to share this journey, or at least a big chunk of it, because I know how it feels to be lost. And in a world where everyone is hell bent on broadcasting a perfect sense of direction, it is easy to punish ourselves for not having it all together. That’s why we need to show each other that our messy part does not make us an anomaly. We’re just human.

So, here I am. Seeing, thinking, feeling. Inviting you to join me being human.

Shall we?