A fucking gangsta rockstar at heart, and a music junkie in real life. I like most things as dark and black as my soul. I am healing from imposter syndrome. Reprogramming your brain to recognize your own worth is a lot harder than it should be.  Being creative is a way to cope with my anxiety, but at the same time is one of its causes. ​

I began my graphic design training and career with a sense of lacking talent, sold to me by constant rejection and my white male instructors. I never quite healed from it either, no matter how many graphic design projects I took on, or how appreciated I was at the only graphic design job I ever held in the nearly 7 years of my career. My creative anguish didn't just stop at developing brand identities or using Adobe, it spread to the rest of my self worth. It consumed and obliterated all of the creative outlets that I used to love, leaving me to scramble about to figure out who I was prior to my graphic design education.

Fast forward to 2021, and the fact of the matter is that I hate the whole of graphic design and everything that the industry is built on. I hate very few things. But the passionate dislike that I have for the graphic design industry stems from how it is basically a microcosm of our discriminatory society that alienates anything or anyone Black. I am a victim who is now trying to figure out how to use these skills she was taught considering the industry she works in was never built for her.