I’ve been the seed cracking in the dark.
I’ve been the flower nobody saw blooming.
I’ve been the joke told by the universe and the punchline that saved the night.
My path winds through heartbreak, holy moments, and a thousand strange little stages—
each one teaching me that you don’t rise despite your shadows, you rise because of them.

In the compost of life, I found my cackle.

In my rage, I found my rhythm. In my grief, I found glitter.
That’s why I bring sequins to shadow work, roses to sawdust, and handstands to the heartache.