My Heart is Art: The Play

For years, I lived in silence. Years of abuse led to a time of feeling unseen, unheard, and unworthy. I carried the weight of depression, loneliness and trauma—each day a battle between survival and surrender. The world around me moved, but I felt stuck, trapped in a cycle that seemed impossible to break. But pain has a way of becoming a teacher. In the depths of my suffering, I found something unexpected—ART. In poetry, I found my voice. In movement, I found freedom. In storytelling, I found healing. Recovery wasn’t immediate, nor was it easy. It was a process of unraveling and rebuilding, of unlearning shame and rediscovering strength. My journey from darkness to light became more than just my own—it became my mission. I turned my pain into purpose, creating a foundation of workshops designed to uplift, empower, and heal women and children who, like me, have known suffering but seek transformation. Now, I stand victorious. I serve my community as a guide, a mentor, a storyteller, a creative healer. My past no longer defines me—it fuels me. Through my work, I create spaces where others can reclaim their voices, embrace their truth, and find the light within themselves.