Buried Memories
Sometimes in life, everything seems fine on the surface. Things look stable, even good—but inside, there’s something pulling you inward. A void. A place where nothing exists. And that nothingness creates a kind of emptiness that feels impossible to cure. But where does this emptiness come from? Is it loneliness?Is…
Superperson Imposter
2026 · 40 × 40 × 1.5 inches · Acrylic on Canvas Relentless motion becomes identity.Competence is performed through excess.What appears as strength is exhaustion trained to glow
No More Meds
By “meds,” I mean antidepressants. My immune system has endured enough damage from years of mental health struggles that began in my teenage years. I will still take medication when my body genuinely needs it—for fevers, colds, or pain—but no more antidepressants. And for that, I am deeply grateful. I…