The one who helped me to see the world with an open mind. Also, the one to give me a pen! My Dad ❤️.

Do what you love it makes you YOU!❤️

My little Warrior whom I admire he possess so much strength at his age. I won’t ever stop you from dancing!❤️Mommy

My Story

At just a few years old a pen were placed in my hand and I took to it right away. Who would have thought that this small gesture of my dad giving me a pen and paper would be something so dear to me. Throughout childhood I would write and write. I wrote stories, journal entries, poetry, and most importantly my true feelings and my raw emotions. One of the ways that I express myself is through writing. It’s always been something that I’d go to back no matter how long of a break I’d take from it. I would take breaks from it when my life got busy with college exams, lab reports, working, and maintaining a social life. Then when the break would come I’d be back on the search for my journal and a pen. One event that took place would completely challenge me to pick up a pen again in 2016. On May 6, 2016 I lost my dad to prostate cancer. That changed my life because that were my best friend and an amazing father and a very unique man. Then I got married almost a year later I had our son Daniel and my world would get busy and with joy again. I would write a little but not as much because it seemed like a chore to me. I would write my son letters and cards periodically for him to have as he grow as my father did for me but that were all the writing I’d do. It just didn’t feel the same to me at that time. I started putting my focus on people and on things that would only give temporary comfort. In 2019 I had started slowly pulling off layers that would lead me back to the journal and pen again. Then in 2020 right before the pandemic my son were diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes just less than a month before his 3rd birthday. I broke at this point, I had so many emotions and unsaid feelings flowing through me, but the pandemic slowed things down for me to get and process things and to look at what I were doing and to go deep into my darkness. This would be a blessing for me being that I had to sit with someone I haven’t sat with in quite sometime. Myself! During this time I got to writing more again especially poetry, I started back journaling and also writing down every thought and creating prompts for myself to journal through, writing prayers, or even write a poem or short story. This started bringing me back to who I am and my first love again. Writing! Essentially this all lead me back to writing again, but most importantly it lead me back to me and who I truly am.