At 11, I wrote a farewell letter. I didn’t go through with it, the thought of my family’s pain kept me here. For 14 years, I lived with depression until God healed me in 2023.

Somewhere along the way,  writing grew into a hobby and eventually into Liminal Letters.  I even won a poetry contest at FIU (will I share it here? probably not, if you see it, that girl is not me). 

In 2025, I began performing spoken word poetry in South Florida.
If you’re exploring poetry too, come back on Mondays—there’ll always be something new here.