My Reflections

1,000+ poems. One photo. One day at a time.

The journey is made up of many moments. Some shine with clarity, others arrive as soft whispers. Others came as questions or the kind of quiet that feels louder than noise. I started writing in the fall of 2020 — not because I knew what I was doing, but because I needed somewhere to capture what was happening inside of me.

One poem. One photograph. One honest attempt to put language on a transformation I didn't choose and couldn't engineer. Most of them began as letters to God. Some of them began as complaints.

All of them were written in the space between the person I had been and the person I was slowly becoming. These are not polished reflections or poems.They are not a highlight reel.

They are what the journey actually looks like from the inside — valleys and mountaintops alike, ordinary days, and the occasional morning when something shifts and you have to write it down before it disappears.  -- Winston