Ignoring that voice eventually resulted in me losing everything I thought I wanted. And I was left with only myself. Slowly, I opened communication with my heart and for the first time in forever, I listened to her. She talked of dreams of creating community– a world where her younger self would have felt safe and thrived. Of working withqueer young adults and first gen kids -- the identities I’d rejected in an effort to fit in. Of shining a light on those emo kids who feel so dark, angry, and alone.
Driven by this inner voice, I came home to myself.
Now,I've rededicated my life to mentorship and telling queer, POC coming-of-age stories.
My heart is a little less broken every day.
That quiet, queer emo kid is why I do what I do.
Though it’s terrifying living in my truth, any other way of living feels like death.
And I am alive.