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J.D. Murgolo | Alchemist
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Whispers from the Alchemist #2: When the Moment Cracked Open
“It wasn’t dramatic. It wasn’t loud. It just… happened. One minute I was fine. The next, something inside me had shifted—and I couldn’t pretend I didn’t feel it.” There are moments in life that don’t announce themselves. They don’t ask permission. They don’
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Ramble #1: In the End We All Become Stories
“I think about how easily we disappear into memory—into someone else’s version of the truth. The way a laugh can outlast a person. The way silence can echo louder than the life itself.” There are moments when I feel like my whole life has been shaped not by
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The Lie of the ‘Strong One’ and the Cost of Holding It All Together
Here’s why holding it all together can break you—and what happens when you don’t have to.
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The Words I Was Afraid Would Break Me
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Introducing Ramblings of a Storyteller
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Whispers from the Alchemist #1 - The First Lie You Told Yourself
We all tell ourselves stories to survive. Some are honest. Some are not. And some were never meant to be carried this far. In this short voice note, I speak softly to the part of you that once needed protection and maybe still does. Together, we’ll explore how those
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Your story isn’t too much. It’s just yours.
Shame makes us believe our stories are too heavy, too emotional, or too messy. But what if the truth is—they’re just waiting to be heard?
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What it really takes to tell these stories
(And why I’m asking for your support)
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What If You’re Not Broken, Just Full?
You don’t need to be fixed. You might just need to be witnessed. Here’s what burnout might really be trying to tell you.
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What’s next for Storytelling Alchemy?
A quiet invitation—and a new layer to this space.
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The Mission of Story House (Reimagined)
Storytelling isn’t something I do alone. It lives in the spaces between people — in quiet glances, in pauses, in laughter that hangs just a moment too long, in truths whispered after the microphones are off. This is a place where stories breathe. Where voices that might have gone unheard