Echoes of Self: The Origin Story

For the ones who were told their feelings were “too much”

I was raised to believe that feelings didn’t matter much.
Not in a cruel way—just in a “keep it together” kind of way.
Emotions were... inconvenient. Distracting. Unreliable.
And so, like any good girl trying to earn her gold star, I tucked mine away.

But the thing is:
I’m an emotional person. A deeply feeling, wildly intuitive, pattern-sensing, gut-trusting, can’t-quite-shut-it-off human.
So all those feelings? They didn’t disappear.
They became art.
They became vision.
They became whispers I couldn’t ignore.

Fast forward to now, and I find myself—ironically, hilariously—building an entire creative empire on the very thing I was told not to trust:
My feelings.

Welcome to Echoes of Self.
This is where I document the shifts.
Energy. Discovery. Self-inquiry.
Not for answers—just for truth.
My truth. Maybe a piece of yours, too.

These are my field notes on being human.
Unpolished. Unapologetic.
Sometimes a little weird. Always a little tender.

Let’s begin.