i’m starting something new this year folks. i wanted to share myself in a way that’s so authentic and real, that i started getting back into my creative writing bag.

I write news stories for a living, so why don’t i try telling my story through a medium that’s damn-near as old as time? poetry.

yes, i am a “poet” i guess. i see myself as more of creator of realities through a written medium. however, i was doing some exploring around my apartment and i found an old journal with poems.

the journal was from 2020-ish. i was either nineteen or twenty at the time, and i was majorly depressed and filled with anxiety. it was one of the lowest moments i’ve had in my young life (and i’m pretty traumatized, lol).

so at that time, i wrote all these poems about myself and they were…dark to say the least. i convinced myself that i was meant to be alone and i was unloveable but i think there may have been some foreshadowing involved.

Though i still have those feelings of depression, anxiety, and so on, my younger self was onto to something. that “something” being me choosing a life of single-hood rather and the consistent cycle of relationships that was programed into my dna…seemingly.

my parents never told me about dating and like the true aspects of what finding a loving significant other looks like. my parents’ marriage was/is on the fritz itself, so as a twenty-four-year-old, why did i think they were going to equip me with any knowledge of finding a lover!?

silly me.

my younger self should’ve just finished school and followed my aspirations alone, single. it would’ve help me develop more mentally, maybe i would’ve even be re-diagnosed or something earlier than now.

still there was a path to be traveled. and quite a few lessons to be learned. because my brain is wired different than what’s typical. and because i assumed i needed someone there with me…to drain me through it.

it took me going through hell to really understand it. that’s why i’m writing these poems and more prose-esque pieces. because i’m not wired like most.

my outlet is just me creating from raw emotion because that’s what i am. i’m a feelings wheel personified lol.

i feel, i channel, i execute.

i’ve done so all my life, literally. and 2025 has me feeling real doechii-like. 2025 is a year of self-reclamation.

i’m something more than a simple girl dying to fill my voids with male-centered energy. i’m more than the boxes they thought they put me in.

i’m quite literally a star, a phoenix even.

and i want all the men, specifically, who thought i was “too this” and “too that,” to eat their shorts.

there’s a reckoning at bay, so i hope you read + enjoy my poetry.

signed, g tha e.