About

To be honest, I still don’t know what I’m doing. I’m not one of those people who knows exactly what their calling is or why they were put on earth. Most days I just try to show up and it’s an incredibly uncomfortable place to be, walking through life feeling like you are just floating, without any clear direction.

But there is one thing I have always returned to, whether I’m lost, whether the world makes sense or it doesn’t and that’s writing. Writing is where I find meaning. It’s how I hold on to life, how I hold on to myself, how I process what I can’t always say out loud. So welcome to the pieces of me, thoughts, love, grief, dreams, books and everything in between, as I figure out this confusing thing called life.