Writing Changed My Life

Throughout my writing career and as a scholar, I’ve written on a wide range of subjects. From my Master’s thesis— a critique of the United Nations and its failure to uphold Indigenous rights— to drafting government white papers during the COVID era and contributing to national policy reform proposals, I was constantly searching for ways to make a large-scale impact.

I said yes to many opportunities—even without pay—that’s how strong my devotion to purpose and change was. But the truth is, I was offering my intellect and labor to systems that were never built to nourish me. Somewhere along the way, I began to lose the parts of me that needed nourishment most, realizing that my creative side was suffering.

While I have much to say about society and mental health, the artist in me wanted to be seen, the poet in me wanted to be heard, and the woman in me wanted to be felt. I knew I needed to stop suppressing these parts of myself and start integrating them.

It was just two years ago that I paused and asked myself: Why am I really doing this? Why am I suppressing the very parts of me I want to free?

I had convinced myself that impact only came through the approval of institutions, but what I truly longed for was the courage to write from the deepest places of truth; to stop hiding as the woman I thought I should be and start sharing the stories that have shaped me.

That shift changed everything.

It turns out the most powerful thing I could offer wasn’t a critique—it was my humanity.

This is how writing changed my life... by returning me to myself.

I can't wait to share my story with you.

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