Twenty three years old, I graduated from UCI and my major is psychology and social behavior. I'm an introvert, I can be kind of neurotic, and I don't drink. I'm engaged to the most wonderful man on Earth and I try to write in what little free time I have. I'm hoping that I can become financially stable enough to write full time in the next five-ten years.  I've been on here for six years and have achieved a teeny tiny bit of fame. I hope that in the middle of reading my work  you'll look up suddenly and realize that the day has passed and you haven't studied for your final yet. 
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That was me five years ago. Since then I've graduated with a master's in counseling psychology and I've become a therapist full time. I love it. I really do. I love my job, I moved to Colorado last year with my adorable cat and my (still!) fiancé. I've developed a bit of artistic skill which I continue to nurture when I can. Still, something nagged at me. And I realized, that I need to write. That I've been neglected a crucial part of myself for my entire adult life. I haven't really written since high school, not regularly, because, well, college is quite the time sink, and when you're financially independent, it can be stressful to make sure that you have all your bills taken care of. When I became a therapist, I finally had enough time to think about what I really wanted to do. And what I realized, is that I only want to be a part-time therapist- I want to write, and I want to dedicate as much time into writing and drawing as I possibly can. 


If you'd like to support my dream, I have a Patreon where I release my chapters a week early, art, and NSFW content. 
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