Welcome to Raw Reflections
This is where curiosity gets loud, opinions get honest, and no topic has to fit neatly into one box. Raw Reflections is a collection of deep dives, personal essays, cultural commentary, and the thoughts I probably spent way too long analyzing before turning them into a blog post.
Here, I write about true crime and courtroom drama, psychology and human behavior, motherhood and identity, relationships, pop culture, sports, media, and the experiences that shape the way we see the world. Some posts are heavily researched. Others are deeply personal. A lot of them are both.
If you like thoughtful analysis, strong opinions, uncomfortable questions, and writing that refuses to pretend life is simple—you’re in the right place.
Not Quite Straight, Not Quite Bi: My Experience With Fluidity, Friendship, and Female Intimacy
I always thought I was straight—until I wasn’t. Or maybe I was. All I know is, girlhood got complicated when friendship started to feel like something more. In this deeply personal reflection, I open up about early intimacy, queer curiosity, and the labels that never quite fit. From my first relationship with a girl named Autumn to later connections built on both love and confusion, this is a story about fluidity, exploration, and owning your truth—whatever that looks like today.
Productivity Isn’t My Worth—But I Still Crave It
I’ve spent most of my life tying my self-worth to how much I get done. Productivity gave me confidence—but also guilt, burnout, and fear. In this post, I unpack where that mindset came from, what it’s cost me, and how I’m slowly learning that I’m still worthy… even when I rest.
A Legacy of Love: What My Mother and Grandmother Taught Me About Strength
This Mother’s Day, I’m honoring two women who raised me in love, chaos, and courage. My grandmother Diane gave me stability. My mother Erica gave me fire. Together, they gave me everything I needed to survive, succeed, and heal.
Remembering Michelle: The Three Days That Changed Everything
On May 23rd, 2023, my aunt Michelle shot herself. Three days later, we pulled the plug. This post is a tribute to her life, a reflection on the trauma she carried, and a raw exploration of the silence that surrounds stories like hers. She was so much more than how she left us—and I need you to know the full truth.