I never planned on becoming a writer—it just happened, the way truth does when you’ve been quiet for too long. I started scribbling thoughts in the margins of old notebooks, not realizing they were quotes until someone read them and said, “That made me feel seen.”

At first, I wrote to breathe. Then I wrote to heal. Now, I write to give others permission to do both. I never set out to be profound—I was just telling my story. One piece at a time. In whispers, in truth, in ink.

People often ask where I get my words from. The answer is simple: I live them first. The sweet, the bitter, and everything in between. Writing became my way of turning experiences into echoes—so others wouldn’t feel alone in theirs.

I’m not here to impress. I’m here to express. To take the chaos, the clarity, the scars, the silence—and translate them into something someone else might need. So if you ever wonder what fuels these quotes, just know: I’m not preaching. I’m just telling my story.