My journey in the poetic space began in therapy. I entered that therapy carrying emotions I did not yet have language for, burdened by experiences I had learned to survive rather than process. In those early conversations, my therapist helped me recognize that what I was holding inside needed expression, not suppression. One day, she encouraged me to begin writing poetry as a way to give my emotions somewhere to live. That single suggestion became a turning point in my life.

I live with mental challenges, many of which went unidentified and undiagnosed. Growing up, I often felt different without understanding why. I knew something inside me was complex, heavy, and deeply sensitive, yet I lacked the tools and vocabulary to explain it. I learned how to function, how to show up, how to smile but I did not always know how to properly process my experiences to heal.

I know what it’s like to have so much to say and not have the words to say it. I know what it’s like to replay moments that are already over, rehearsing conversations, reliving pain, and revisiting wounds long after the moment has passed. For a long time, my mind felt like a place where the past never fully rested.