Trigger warning: This poem contains themes of disordered eating and body image struggles. Please read with care. You are beautiful exactly as you are. You have always been, and will always be, enough. This poem is very personal, based on experience. I hope that this can reach someone going through the same struggles, who needs to hear this.

A poem for anyone who’s ever wondered if they’re too much, not enough, or anything at all — and kept going anyway

Sometimes there’s no where to go, no one to turn to, nothing left to do. This poem is for those times.

When it’s all too much. When everything seems to be against you. Keep going.

They mean well, they want to help, but this is the truth of it, the reality, what their words really mean.

A poem for anyone who is exhausted from carrying invisible weight, suffering silence. I see you

A poem about being surrounded by family, no expectations, just existing.

Panic attacks can be scary things. This poem is how I would describe the experience, maybe you can relate.

Ever felt like your constant need to be perfect paralyses you? Me too.

A poem about the end of the day, the bottled feelings breaking free, the mask slipping off

A spiral. A breakdown. A poem that asks what if there’s no light?

A letter to a version of me I'm not sure exists. Hoping she's okay. Hoping she makes it out. Hoping I do too.

It's not loud. It's not dramatic. It's just the slow, sinking kind of sadness you carry around while trying to act normal.

A poem about watching everything - nature, people, pain - from a distance. Observant, a little wistful, and trying too hard not to feel everything at once.

It's about a vine. But also home. But also home. But also identity. Basically me turning a plant into an emotional metaphor, as usual. Sue me.

I got a little carried away comparing someone to the entire naturale world. But in my defense they were beautiful. So.

Pretending is exhausting. This is about putting on the mask, the show, the perfomance - and quietly breaking when no one's looking.