Here Is A Soft Echo For The Ones Who Don't Stop At The Surface
I didn't release this one. It was too painful.
Where The End Begins is about the moment you realize the person you loved...doesn't love you any more.
It's fragile, flawed, and completely from the heart. Thank you for being here to hear it.
This is the photo I saw in my head when I finished the last line of the song.
I didn’t release “Where The End Begins” with the others. But if you’re here, it means you looked deeper — so I wanted to give you this.
Hold onto it. Print it. Or just let it sit with you.
Because some stories don’t have clean endings.
This blank journal was made for grief, closure, memory — and the spaces in between.
Adorned with the cover art from Where The End Begins, it’s a quiet companion for the words you’ve been carrying too long..
128 blank pages (64 sheets)
One size: 5" x 7"
I’m a wife.
A mom to three beautiful souls.
And a woman who sometimes feels like she’s unraveling quietly beneath all the roles I hold.
My love for music didn’t start with a dream to be on a stage. It started in my 20s, in the silence between trying to be enough for everyone else. I grew up on 90s grunge, lyrics that sounded like they meant it, and artists who weren’t afraid to be messy. That’s what shaped me. That’s where I learned that sadness could be loud, and softness could be strong.
I write like I think — too deeply.
I feel what I sing — too much.
I’m a highly sensitive person. And sometimes, that makes the world feel too loud, too fast, too much.
But music has always been my place to process, a place to put the pain and confusion somewhere.
Social anxiety is something I carry with me in every room. I often feel like I’m not enough. Not loud enough, not confident enough, not “artist” enough. But I keep creating anyway, because there’s something sacred in turning discomfort into melody.
My songs are diary entries I never meant to share.
But if they help someone else feel seen, then I’ll keep opening the pages.
If you’re here — if you found this hidden corner of my world — thank you.
I was hoping you would. Could there be any more hidden places to find?
