memoir writing
His & Hers
A Story of Anxious and Avoidant Love.
Video Poetry
Dances That Don't Return, They Echo
To honour what was meant to be awakened.
Psychological writing
The Stories We Tell Ourselves
Inherited Beliefs, Invisible Prisons
self-discovery
Every Wish Leads Back to Choice
If you were given a magic wand that granted you a wish, what would you choose?
Psychology
Betrayal of the Mind When Body Refuses to Follow
They call it sleep paralysis
childhood wounds
For Every Father and Daughter Carrying Each Other’s Stories
Her first love, her biggest heartbreak, her lifelong mirror
Fear of Missing Out
Long After My City Goes Dark
To leave it beautiful and bright.
Argument
What I See in You Is What I Left in Me
Lately I’ve begun to feel invisible, still here but no longer seen. A disposable camera, once its film is developed, that is set aside and forgotten, even though it remains in plain sight. This morning, for the first time, I asked myself if perhaps I’m the one doing
Self-growth
Dances That Don't Return, They Echo
To honour what was meant to be awakened.
Sacred storytelling
To the Part of You That You Keep Trying to Outrun
I see you chasing sunlight with a hunger that never stills
good woman
When a Good Woman Tries To Save a Broken Man…
I am no person to say that I was the good woman and he was the broken man. I don’t believe in classification when it comes to goodness or badness. But I know one thing: I was already broken when I met him, in a way shaped by life.