Taking this time to revisit the early beginnings of my work.

I always hated summers; the stillness allows my demons to catch up with me.

Three years ago, I spent an entire summer inside my room. I was getting over a few addictions.

In this season of withdrawing, I learned the power of healing on your own.

Challenging myself not to rely on the relationships that made me feel small. Challenging myself not to settle for small.

Three years later and it feels like I’m in the clearing.

My demons sleep on my couch, beneath my bed, sometimes underneath my feet.

They’re mine. I want them here. They helped me that summer and as a result, I made Copper.