I don't write to be liked.
I write what I feel, how I feel it-sharp, messy, real. If it aches, it's because it came from somewhere deep. If you're here, maybe you know that kind of ache too.

My words live in the in-between-faith and fear, longing and letting go, hope and heartbreak. Writing started as survival. I never planned to share it-until someone told me my words made them feel something. That stuck.

Now, I write to connect. To give language to silence.
To help you feel what you couldn't name.

If you're carrying unspoken ache, unanswered questions, or hope that hurts-this space is for you.

This is more than writing.
This is writing that heals.
This is what it means to be real.