becoming whole.

becoming whole.

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"over the years, i've gathered these thoughts, feelings, and fragments of myself-scribbled down in moments of clarity, pain, and hope. "becoming whole" is the result of that journey, a collection of poetry that grew alongside me as i learned to heal, to find strength in my softest places, and to embrace the beauty of imperfection. as you read, i hope you'll see yourself in these pages. maybe you'll find words for what you've been feeling or discover a quiet reminder that you're not alone. this book isn't just my story, but it's an invitation for you to look within, to find peace in your own becoming, and to know that every part of you deserves love, just as it is." -evelyn ashcroft
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Don't fear death. It does nothing for you. Death is at every turn; the challenge is if you choose to accept it or not. Don't fear pain. Pain is how you learn. Pain is the side-effect of life. If you live life fearing getting hurt...can you truly live life fully? I've felt pain. I've accepted death. I've lived, I've learned, I've drowned a few times. If all I have to show for it is small bundles of letters and words...so be it. That's more than I could have ever hoped for. Everything that means anything to me are just words. You can put anything into words. Anything and everything. You can put death into words. You can put pain into words. You can put fear into words. And I have. And you can read them, if you want. You can learn from them; learn to stop fearing, learn to stop living in the future, behind your mask. But only if you care enough to listen. I speak loud and clear, yet nobody can hear me. I am not hidden, yet nobody can find me. If they even try.

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