Writing about what I knew…
(my life passion!)

Since I could write, for years growing up, I wrote for myself. Every night before I went to bed, I wrote in my diary thinking that I was keeping secrets. I wrote about family and friendships, tiny crushes and fights, moving to America, and going to college. I always had something on my mind.

Then I tried to write about schizophrenia.

I did not know how at first and it was not unlike in movies. My thoughts were so jumbled up, I made lists. Then I shared my notes with my friends because I wanted them to know about my experience. This was part of me.

One day, after reading yet another memoir, I thought to myself, I had something to say too! It might help others. I thought, “I want to show you what it was like! You decide what you would do if you were me!”

I am very aware that not everyone who has schizophrenia ends up as lucky as I am and can write about their stories. I am privileged to be able to tell my story, I should, even if it’s just one voice in this world of 7.5 billion people.

I was not an English major and don’t have an MFA.

I just have a passion and desire for reading and scribbling things down. I take small steps each day to read and write. I learned authors before me from their books on writing. For my memoir, my debut book, I must have iterated on it more than ten times working with various editors over the last ten years or so. Now that it’s completed, I am starting on a second book project.