I wish I could start this bio by telling you I have known my whole life I wanted this. That every step I have taken was a calculated effort to get here. But the truth is I barely knew myself for the first 30 years of my life.

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    I am the daughter of an alcoholic, raised in an incredibly unstable household. I spent most of my time daydreaming to escape my tumultuous home. I grew up chasing the love I didn’t get at home in the form of abusive partners.

 

    By the time I was in my late 20’s, I had no goals, no direction, and nothing I was proud of.​ It was time to make a change.

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    I enrolled in community college, working four jobs to afford it. I graduated with a 4.0 and as a member of several honor societies. I was the first in my immediate family to get a college degree.

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    Later I would be diagnosed with Complex-PTSD. Sometime after I would also learn I was an HSP. A type of neurodivergence that means my brain has a “heightened ability to process sensory information”. Which gives me a richly complex yet quite frankly, overwhelming emotional world.

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    Some psychologists say it’s a genetic superpower, others say it’s kryptonite. As I’ve gotten older, I’ve come to view it as both.

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    Regardless, I was finally starting to understand my world and myself. I felt like life was about to change, but then I got sick. I could barely leave the house as I battled chronic illness that would take me years to recover from. During those years screenwriting became my lifeline.

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    At the advice of my first writing instructor, I “slit my wrists open” and let all the pain and trauma of my past pour onto the page. My only goal that one day my stories would help someone else going through what I went through.

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    I share my story with vulnerability and openness, not in hope that it will garner some sort of sympathy, yet rather to honor my resilience. Something I have denied acknowledging within myself for nearly my entire life.

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    It has taken me my entire life thus far to embrace my unconventional path and stop viewing it as shameful or a failure of some sort. It is because of this path that I have developed a unique perspective that determines the kinds of stories I tell.

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    Stories about lost souls trying to find their place in the world. Characters who battle themes of generational trauma, patriarchy, religious trauma, and loneliness. All the while, no matter how dark or seemingly lost, always holding on to just the tiniest bit of hope that one day, they will find their way.