I grew up inside a box—one built by the expectations of the world around me, by religion, tradition, and the roles I was told to play. For a long time, I stayed in that box. I let it define me.

But writing is my freedom.

The stories I create are fictional, yes—but they are built from real emotion, real experiences, and the raw, complicated beauty of the people who have shaped my life. Every word is a rebellion against the silence I once accepted. Every chapter is a step closer to who I really am.

I don’t write alone. The women in my stories are brought to life through the heart, insight, and lived experience of my partner, who brings emotional depth to every scene. She helps me capture the kind of truth that can’t be made up—only felt.

Maybe one day, I’ll step out from behind the pen name.

Until then, this is me. Unfiltered. Unboxed. And finally free.