My Story

the early years and about the story of my life

dolls and dirt roads i grew up in a small country town, surrounded by my grandma, great-grandma, and my mom’s side of the family. my early days were filled with the magic of toys—i was a huge collector of hatchimals, littlest pet shops, and barbies. i spent hours watching monster high, which became a huge inspiration for my style and creativity. back then, i lived in a tiny house in the countryside with my parents and siblings. even in preschool, i was a "good listener" but often found it hard to make friends, sometimes being bullied by girls who didn't understand my kindness. when i was four, a rat infestation forced us to move to the bigger city, where i still live in the same house today.

elementary days: the quiet girl

starting kindergarten in a new city was scary. i was shy and felt a bit "weird," often sitting alone while others played. despite being lonely, i was a teacher’s favorite because i followed the rules so well. i spent most of my time at home playing with my sister. by second grade, i found my first true friend—a little angel who eventually moved away in fourth grade. i still miss her dearly. as i got older, social anxiety began to hit me hard. i was still a playful, creative person, but i only showed that side to people i truly trusted.

the middle school storm

sixth and seventh grade were the hardest years of my life. i fell into a very deep depression that made it hard to even do basic things like shower or eat. i felt like a wreck and began habits of hurting myself just to cope. school became a place of fear instead of learning. when friendships faded or became mean, i started hiding in school bathrooms during lunch just to escape the crowds and the social anxiety. i was scared of people, and losing friends made me shut down completely. even when i found a happy connection in january of seventh grade, the anxiety of being around too many people eventually pulled us apart.

healing in the quiet

today, things are different. i am homeschooled now, and being away from the loud hallways has given me the peace i needed to heal. i am in a much better place mentally, even though i still struggle with paying attention to schoolwork due to my adhd. i spend my days with my cats—especially my best friend whiskers—and focusing on my digital art.

looking ahead: 9th grade and beyond

i know i have to go back to a big school for 9th grade, but i am going back with a shield. my plan is to focus entirely on myself, my grades, and my own growth rather than worrying about friends. i am a cancer, a daydreamer, and a survivor. i’m ready to turn 14, dye my hair pink, and finally live the life i’ve been imagining in my forest of unicorns and waterfalls. i may have started in the shadows, but i am walking toward the light.

my family

my home is full of stories. my little sister is my absolute best friend and my hero; we might be mean to each other sometimes, but she is my ride-or-die and the person i trust most in the world. then there is my older brother, who is 22. he’s really creative and an artist like me, even if he’s a bit messy and lives a quiet life working at pizza hut.

my mom is the backbone of our family. she’s an lvn working hard to become a registered nurse. she isn’t the "creative" type and she can be a little crazy, but she is the best thing in the world to me. my dad is a more complicated part of my life. he is a talented artist and a welder, but he has struggled a lot, being in and out of jail when i was little and facing homelessness. right now, he’s staying with us temporarily because his car broke down, but his energy can be controlling and difficult to be around.

being the middle child, i feel like the bridge between everyone. out in the world, i am shy and closed off, but once i step through my front door, i become the goofiest version of myself. i am the most creative one in the house, using my art to navigate the "crazy" and find my own peace.

the cat chronicles

winter ❄️ - fluffy gray fur and icy blue eyes. callie 🍂 - sister's soulmate. diego 🐚 - shy and quiet. mr. whiskers 🥕 - 12 year old best friend. harley 🖤 - brother's devoted girl. dewey 🌿 - rescue adventurer found at jack in the box.

inner world

Inside, my mind is not a room; it’s a vast, pink-tinted universe. Because of my ADHD, my thoughts move like glitter in a windstorm—bright, fast, and hard to catch. My inner world is where I go to find the order that the real world lacks. i am a gatekeeper who protecting my goofy, beautiful heart.

I embrace the name Crybaby because my tears are proof that I am alive and feeling. being a highly sensitive soul means my heart has no skin. I carry the world’s emotions. sensitivity is now my greatest artistic tool.

My True Home

My Inner Forest is more real to me than school hallways. It is a place of absolute safety where the waterfalls sound like music and unicorns represent purity. This is where I go to heal. I have accepted that I am an outsider, and inside, that feels like freedom.

FAQ !!

Q: Why do you seem so quiet?
A: my silence is my safety shield. I stay in my shadows until I know your energy is safe.

Q: Does being "closed off" make you lonely?
A: No, it makes me selective. My own company is actually really fun—i have a whole forest in here!

Extra Notes

My little sister is my hero and the person I trust most in the world.

I am the most creative one in my house, and I use my art to find my own peace.

Even though I am quiet in public, I am the goofiest version of myself once I step through my front door.

I have a special bond with my cats, especially my twelve-year-old best friend, Mr. Whiskers.

My goal is to graduate high school early when I am seventeen years old.

I plan to focus on myself and my own growth when I go back to school for 9th grade.

I find magic in small things like ribbons, lace, and my unicorn daydream forest.