Some people journal. Some people pray. I write poetry. When the world feels like too much—or not enough—poetry becomes the space where I...

Dear Amy, You weren’t expecting me. Not really. You thought you were writing a scene —a woman watching someone get bound, a moment of...

There are parts of me I used to keep locked in silence. The failures. The compulsions. The rage that didn't match the smile I wore in...

There was a time when I believed healing had to be pretty. 🌸 That growth meant neat journal pages, flawless words, and the right answer...

When people talk about healing, they usually picture something soft. Peaceful. Serene. Like one day you wake up wrapped in sunlight, all...

I didn’t set out to write a chapbook.   I did set out to survive.   The Shape of Healing started as a handful of messy poems ✍️— scraps...

Navigating Stories: My Journey Through Fiction, Poetry, and Recovery As I continue to explore my voice and share my story, I've found...

Stepping Into the Writer I Was Meant to Be For most of my life, writing was something I dabbled in—an occasional journal entry, a...