I had sat in borrowed corners of LA, homeless at 18, drowning in ADHD, PTSD, depression—Gen Z's signature cocktail. We learned to curate pain before processing it, hashtag trauma before understanding its weight.

Our Generation's Pain

We came of age during multiple apocalypses—economic, environmental, political. Promised dreams, delivered nightmares. We perform wellness while dying inside, post self-care while neglecting ourselves.

Breaking Open

Writing becomes oxygen in this underwater world. Each word rebels against suffocation. My sensitivity, pathologized by society, becomes my superpower. You cannot write truth without feeling it first.