What Is This Place?

There's been a hell put on me, and it isn't written on frail paper, in black ink by pink skinned kings.

The Dolls Found Me: A Love Letter to the Fractured Whole

The past; an identity as a survivor of loss, and the transformative impact of dolls representing inner selves, leading to healing and integration.

I crash like waves standing here silent on the edge of a sea of soulless eyes.

A child experiences intense fear and confusion, trapped and hooded, yearning for closure on traumatic memories.

Reflecting a journey into inner struggles, confronting memories and pain, and embracing healing through self-understanding and deep listening.