Let me tell you a secret

I was a loud, boisterous, confident kid. I bet you were too, yes?

The older I got, the more I buried myself. Always trying to be perfect by hiding my quirks and my flaws

For too long I clutched onto the fear of sharing my art, my writing, myself with the world because my self esteem was akin to a troll under the bridge

but the reign of low-esteem has been overthrown

In my heart of hearts I am a Writer, a Poet by trade but I dabble in all elements of the written word. I am also an Artist, deep in the trenches of experimentation, very much a work-in-progress

I am still a sensitive flower, and I never want that to change. I am also a chronic overthinker - but overthinkers must create to stay sane

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