THE FIRST PSA WAS MY NAME

THE STORY OF WHO I AM AND WHY I LEAD THIS WAY

It started with a pause. Not the kind you plan for, but the kind that arrives uninvited, wrapped in fatigue, shaped by recovery, and marked by distance. Last September, in the stillness of that moment, I returned to words. I began writing these PSAs not as pronouncements, but as possibilities: notes to self and to all of us navigating systems that often…