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  • Writing Exercise: Rediscovering My Ideal Reader and Why It Still Matters

    A rediscovered writing exercise from 2022 reminded me why I started writing in the first place—to connect with the reader curled up with a cozy drink, craving a story that lingers long after the last word. I’ve added fresh reads,… Continue reading

    Writing Exercise: Rediscovering My Ideal Reader and Why It Still Matters
  • At Some Point

    “At some point, I’ll be able to hold myself together—stronger, steadier, for longer. The tears won’t always fall from pain, and maybe the climb won’t always feel uphill. Maybe, just maybe, someday I’ll be seen… truly considered. Maybe someday… at… Continue reading

    At Some Point
  • Back to the Vine

    ✨ Life doesn’t hand out trophies for burnout. ✨ I came across an old post from 2022, and it reminded me of something I can too easily forget: staying aligned takes intentionality. The workouts, the sunshine, the quiet moments with… Continue reading

    Back to the Vine
  • You’re Bad — Public Announcement

    📣 Throwback Post: “You’re Bad – Public Announcement” (Originally posted July 2022) This one came straight from the gut. I wrote it in a season when support was scarce and criticism was loud. The ones I thought would cheer me… Continue reading

    You’re Bad — Public Announcement
  • The Story of Greta

    Ever met someone who plays the victim so well, you start questioning your own sanity? Yeah… meet Greta. This short story is a throwback from a 2022 writing assignment where I was challenged to describe a personality trait that’s hard… Continue reading

    The Story of Greta
  • The Weight of Love

    ✨Originally written in March 2022, The Weight of Love was a reflection on how deeply we feel the joy—and pain—of those we hold closest. But over time, the meaning behind these words shifted for me. With growth, healing, and faith,… Continue reading

    The Weight of Love
  • The Shadow People

    You feel them before you see them… Shadows slipping through the stillness, haunting the edges of your mind. They move in whispers, in echoes, in chills down your spine. This reimagined gothic poem captures the lingering presence of something unseen—watching,… Continue reading

    The Shadow People