For years, I listened to other people’s stories — at bedsides, in hallways, during quiet moments between chaos. As a nurse, I held hands, gave comfort, and heard the kinds of truths that only come out when someone’s world is turning. It shaped me in ways I’m only now beginning to understand. Now, I’m on a new path — one made not of hospital corridors, but of blank pages and unspoken thoughts. I’m writing because I believe stories can heal. Not just the ones with happy endings, but the raw, real, deeply human ones that connect us, remind us, and maybe even shift something inside us. This space will hold pieces of me — reflections from my past, lessons I’ve learned, and honest glimpses into life as I live it now. I’ll write about growth, loss, creativity, and the quiet, messy beauty of becoming. If you’re here, welcome. I hope my words meet you where you are — and maybe help you move forward, just a little.
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