My childhood home may be gone, but the experiences I shared there are still very much alive, and they continue to grow each day.

My pain does not make my art. I do. I make everything. I am not my emotions, my emotions are mine.

My advice is to ask yourself “What makes me happy?” If what you're doing makes you happy, then keep doing it.

I found my brightest light as a writer. I leave you with only one hope: that you, too, may find your bright light.

You yourself have decided that your story is worth telling, and so you yourself have decided that your story is worth reading.

think the best way to let something go is to let it come at you and to feel the pain it brings.

The more we stay grounded in the present, the easier it is to control our reactions to unexpected moments.

I’m sure that you too have past memories that present themselves disguised as “personality traits.” Can you break the cycle?