Writing has always been a way for me to process what feels too heavy to carry in silence. Through poems, stories, and chapters still in progress, I explore themes of love, hurt, resilience, and the hidden monsters we all face.

I don’t claim the title of a professional writer — only that of someone who has found freedom in words. What began as private thoughts scribbled in a diary has become a space I now share openly, in hopes that others might find pieces of themselves reflected here.

The people who have walked through my life, knowingly or not, left traces that shaped these pages. To my children, Ethan and Levi, you are the clearest proof that even in struggle there is joy, purpose, and love worth holding on to.

This collection of work is not about polished perfection, but about honesty — small fragments of a larger story. If you’ve made it here, thank you. Your time and attention mean more than words can express.