My intro piece as an artist. I wrote this book from October 2024 to April 2025, during a time where my mom had passed away from a several year-long battle with cancer in May of 2024. The poems, stories, anecdotes and notes I put in this book are my discovery towards a deeper meaning of self, grief, life itself, and all things in between.

At the time of writing this, I was(and still am, but less so now) completely lost in regards to my place within the world, but also with myself. To me, the process of writing this was a complete way to strip myself bare, reconnect with my purest form, and hold myself in my arms. In all my entirety.

This book is a cry for help, an act of rejoice, and a bow to grief and suffering all at once. I hope that upon reading it you will not only find an understanding of how my brain, emotions, thoughts work – but also gain a deeper connection of yourself through me. I am very proud of this piece due to the very intimate, deep connection and analysis of myself that eventually lead to a deeper understanding and acceptance of myself. It is messy, it is raw, but beautiful.

Beautiful Always.
All ways.
Always.