I was (am) wild and deeply sensitive—dreamy, anxious, and funny, but also incredibly shy. Always in motion, always feeling everything. Deprived of the tools or support I needed growing up, I began to retreat inward—softly, then wildly, anxiously—toxically eating away at my spirit.

At UCLA, something clicked. The challenges I faced weren’t just in my head. I discovered I had ADHD, and suddenly, everything made sense. I was lost until I found my way back to myself.

It was illuminating. Devastating. Life-changing. Exciting. It explained so much: my creativity, my giftedness, my endless ideas, my need for change and renewal, my struggle with structure—even language, despite being an English major.

And then came art—abstract, intuitive, free. A world of color I could finally breathe in.

This space is where I share that unfolding—the mess, the magic, the truth of it all. If your path has been tangled and nonlinear, you’re not alone. You’re still here. Still you.