I feel things deeply — and I’ll admit — sometimes to my own detriment.

Writing is what keeps me sane and singing is my channel for energetic release. (Well, that and dancing, crying, laughing - you know… the basics)

When life gets too heavy, too exciting, too overwhelming — I at least know I can find some relief through creative expression. And I am so grateful for that outlet.

I’ve been afraid to release my music - for fear that some would perceive me to be full of myself, conceited, or thinking I’m “all that”. So I didn’t. For 30 years.

I remember just how badly I wanted to feel accepted by others when I was growing up - to feel like I really belonged and was wanted. Being a passionate singer didn’t seem to allow for the sort of acceptance I longed for, so I stopped sharing and started writing for myself and a few close friends and family.

Fast-forward to now, I’ve realized that there will always be someone who misunderstands you, there will always be someone who judges you unfairly, and I can either let that stop me from pursuing my creative passions, or I can accept it as an inevitable truth and continue pursuing what lights me up anyway. So that’s what I’m doing.

I sing and I write for me, not for the praise or appreciation of others (though I’d be lying if I said that wasn’t something my inner child craves at times). Singing how I feel, writing how I feel — is how I feel seen, heard, and understood by myself. When everything feels like it’s too much to bear, music and writing has always been there.

So thank you for being here too.

I am grateful for your presence.