I never want to feel like I’m writing just for the sake of content; I’d rather write nothing than write nothing of substance.

I can’t decide whether I want to paint or write or journal—I just want to create. But it’s like I can’t do it.

A friend once told me “the first thing you want to be when you grow up is actually what you’re supposed to grow up to be.”

I write because I can’t help myself. I write because if I didn’t, my mind would surely begin to overflow and I would internally combust....

(Published in Blending Magazine Spring 2019) Tightly closed and thoughtfully protected, my journals reflect me at my core. They are my...