I started writing personal narrative in 2009 and it saved me. I always thought I was writing myself to a happy ending that I would be thrilled to tell everyone about who read, but when that ending came, I realized I didn’t want to tell anyone.

I have pixels and parts of my experience scattered everywhere. It brought company in despair, courage in telling my truth, awakening to someone close to me, and controversy in my neighborhood. It helped employ me, and it attracted ill-intentioned individuals. More so, it created beautiful new friendships and community, and a place to be heard when feeling voiceless. It reinvented my identity and brought so much healing which I am ever grateful for. I stopped writing publicly and felt so irrelevant doing so I had to tell you about it here. Writing changed my life, I at least owe it a tribute. and later, possibly a return. I am attempting to regather those pieces and bring it all in. Now I am re-inventing, getting quiet, learning and absorbing something new. Find me learning about big data, visualizing, programming, statistics, and research. I am so excited.