Tonight into tomorrow will mark 15 years after my father’s sudden passing. Even before he passed away, my whole life I struggled with low self-esteem. But I covered it up with good grades and people pleasing. Well, the illusion of control shattered in my senior year of college when I got the call from my … Continue reading Be YOU


Recently I began feeling like a sculptor. I suck at ceramics, but hear me out. Sometimes when I write I feel like I am not creating an idea, rather giving an already-created idea a space for expression. Molding an idea that already exists out of its amorphous surroundings.