There are moments in life when everything within you appears to stop. Not because you’ve given up. Not because you’ve become lazy. But because your body quietly decides it can’t carry any more. After my ADHD diagnosis, I disappear. Not because the world stops.Because I stop. I reach a point where there’s so much to…
Yesterday I was so happy and relaxed. Lying in the bath, music playing, talking to myself the way I do when no one’s watching. And then it hit — the way memories do when your body finally feels safe enough to let them surface. The moment he told me it was over. Not the clean…
I hope that if you’ve made it here, something in these pages has made you feel seen. If any of this resonates with you, I hope you’ll follow this journey — and perhaps become more open to speaking about your own experience. You are not alone in this. The title of this research — Seasons,…
This blog follows on from ‘Mask Off’ The cost? Performing so much for others that I didn’t even know myself. I didn’t know how to enjoy silence. I didn’t know how to relax without guilt. I was always chasing the next achievement because somewhere underneath it all, I never felt enough. And then there’s the…
I had to take a moment and restructure some things before posting again. I had a whole journey mapped out, and a recent diagnosis has blown it all out of the water, because now I’m looking at my research interests through a different lens. Before I speak on my research concept and why it is…
Freeform I used to think my research was about ancestry. Now I understand it has always been about unmasking. The core of any research idea I’ve ever had has always been about one thing: understanding myself. Where I’m from. What I’m made of. How I grow. January 2025 I started my loc journey. I loved…
My mom is pivotal to BLACKBUTTERFLY. She’s the reason I have such a deep connection to butterflies at all. The grief and the messages she sends me confirm that again and again. This piece felt like a launch point. A rebirth. My intention was simple, or at least I thought it was. I wanted to…
Art is the only place my nervous system softens, so I’m treating my creativity like evidence. We’re taught our history begins at the point of colonization, not at the point of origin. That my ancestors began life in shackles and chains, but we were more. Our way of living was labelled animalistic, our holistic practices…