I spent my whole life working toward my dreams of being a storyboard artist for animations. I wanted to help create beautiful worlds and stories for the screen. In my last semester in college, things started going downhill.

I was the first in my family to go to a brick-and-mortar college, even tho I am the middle child. I come from a family of immigrants on both sides my family and I worked hard to get where we are, and I watched it all crumble around me.

I got sick, and it took two years of endless doctor appointments, numerous tests, and getting poked and prodded before we finally started getting answers. However, I can no longer do what I spent my entire life working towards. Some days I can barely even hold a pencil, let alone draw. So I have turned to typing and writing my stories. Although it is not the same, I can still share my stories.