I started this account when I was 14, a thriving girl trying to survive through her journals. Back then, writing was how I breathed-how I made sense of emotions too big for me to hold. This space became my refuge, a place to pour what I couldn't say aloud.

Now, my soul returns as a gentler, healed version of that girl. I write no longer just to survive, but to share, to connect, and to offer what I've learned along the way.

These new pieces carry intention. They are quiet conversations with the Universe. May the right hearts find them and read them with presence, openness, and care.