I write because some truths do not settle until they find their place on the page, the kind that keep moving inside me until I sit down to meet them.

I started writing to follow the threads that pull me forward. My cat, however, often steps in and claims my attention, a responsibility she considers sacred. (ᵕ‿ᵕ♡)

I could have begun anywhere.

In a scene.

In a memory.

In a feeling.

But I start here, building the space that will become my own. A space where I can breathe as I am. Where creativity is allowed to grow. Where anyone who feels deeply does not have to make themselves smaller.

My stories are not just worlds. They are mirrors. They are doors. They are questions I never dared to ask out loud.

And maybe that is the real reason. I write because some truths only appear on the page.

If you are reading this, then you are part of this beginning, and I am glad our paths meet here, part of this journey and part of this space.