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just a sad girl with a soft heart who wants to make u smile!

Art and self expression are a form of healing, my hope is that you feel this energy when perusing my page :)

08/19/2025

just call me lil endo i guess 🤪❤️‍🔥 (last slide for context LOL)

YALL i had my laparoscopy on Friday, it went really well AND….they fOUND IT!! they found so many spots of endo all over my pelvic and abdominal regions. my surgeon was able to excise something like 14 spots, and i’m feeling extremely hopeful for a future with a lot less pain.

it’s been a strange space mentally and emotionally to be in, hoping that my doctor would actually find endo. i imagine most often folks go to the doctor in hopes that nothings wrong. maybe it’s just different with chronic illness; like…we know something’s off, and the uncertainty makes it hard to treat the symptoms effectively.

for me, getting positive results post-op meant i wasn’t just being dramatic, or that my pain threshold is low, or [insert another BS line used to minimize and deny pain when femme bodied people express it].

i feel validated. vindicated even. so many years in agony, second guessing myself because i was told that what i was feeling was normal. but it isn’t normal to pass out or throw up from pain! it’s not normal to be floor bound, writhing and screaming, with no means of relief. to be taking copious amounts of tylenol and ibuprofen all month long, knowing it’s not doing a dang thing but crossing your fingers for even an hour pain-free.

i’m beyond grateful that i could access this care, and more hopeful then i’ve ever felt about my health, my body, my pain. this isn’t a cure, but it’s the first step in recovery and figuring out how to care for my sweet vessel in a more attuned way. my body is a fighter, and i’m so damn proud of it for its profOUND resilience. ❤️‍🔥🗡️

07/10/2025

i posted a new poem with some added courage from miss moon 🌕♑️

you can read and/or listen to that at substack.softheartsyd.com 💗

i’m also working on this painting yet again, i’m determined to finish her this time! enjoy the full moon energy y’all, don’t forget to drink water and be gentle with your sweet self.

06/01/2025

hi friends 💗 i’m fundraising for endometriosis care!!

asking for help is vulnerable—but living with this pain, without access to treatment, is so much harder.

i’ve been living with this pain for so many years, and i’m finally taking steps to get answers and (hopefully) some relief. i’m ready to live my life with less of this constant fear, worry, and fatigue!!

i go into more detail in the post itself, but what i want to say here is:
thank you. for reading, for sharing, for being here.

i know there are so many urgent causes right now, and if your support is going elsewhere, i totally understand. sharing this post helps more than you know 💗

📌 donation link is in my bio & in the pinned comment below. just screenshot the comment to copy/paste the link from there!

04/27/2025

there is still an active gen0cide taking place in Gaza!! p@lestinians have no access to food, aid, medical care—they are being starved and suffering from f@mine. the b0mbing has not stopped!!!

if you’re looking for ways to use your voice, power, and any level of privilege you hold, go to https://ceasefiretoday.com for a whole list of different actions. we all have a part to play in this system working for collective change, collective peace, collective LIFE.

and if nothing else, make art. share it. use your voice and expression to remind people everyday that p@lestinians deserve to live and thrive and breathe, to exist on their ancestral land!!!

04/14/2025

cw: s3xual a$$ault ‼️

last week, i shared a piece on substack for s3xual a$$ault (SA) awareness month. i soft launched it last tuesday but i think its time to share it with yall here. ❤️‍🔥 i’ve been working so HARD in therapy the past several months unpacking my past SA experiences, and for the first time in my life, i now feel empowered to actually open up about this stuff with folks in my life and community.

i wrote a micro nonfiction story about one night in college that had a profound impact; i had complex trauma from childhood, but this event left me with ptsd symptoms that haunted me for the last decade. this one specific event changed my life. after that night, i felt like i lost a part of myself. it’s taken me years to find the language to describe, and thus understand, what i went through and how it impacted me.

ironically, i took this photo of an sticker that exact same day. obviously i had no idea what would come later that night.

while my experience isn’t unique, it doesn’t fit the dominant social narrative about SA. too often, these issues are discussed through a cis-heteronormative lens. and because of my internalized bias about gender and s3xuality, i assumed what happened that night was fine. normal. just friends being friends. but it wasn’t.

my hope is that, in sharing about my experiences, maybe someone else can understand their own. or perhaps they will be better able to protect themself from harm because have a clearer picture of what to look out for.

this piece is short, and i’m honestly very proud of it. reading it all the way through brought me to tEARS, letting me feel my grief. i think on a deeper level, i’m just proud of myself! this work has been hard, painful, and heavy. yet, i’m finally finding my power, restoring my agency, and reclaiming autonomy over my body and life. i choose—for myself, my body, my life. ❤️‍🔥

read the rest of this piece on my substack softheartsyd.substack.com, or find the 🔗🔗🔗 in my bi0 (and/or story)! 🫶✨

03/27/2025

“pointless”—an existential poem for these existentially chaotic times ❤️‍🔥🫠

to be transparent, this week has been tougher than usual. between the interpersonal, collective, and intrapsychic tensions, everything has been feeling a bit pointless. but creating art and writing poetry makes me feel alive—and that, in and of itself, is deeply valuable. i’m reminded every day that our creativity and expression is an act of resistance. it’s never pointless to connect with your inner fire.

i wrote a poem that helped me shift my perspective, i’m sharing it with yall despite a part of me screaming not to!

this still life of floating oranges felt resonant with the words that came through. this oil pastel is based on a photograph by the underwater still life photographer Tamara Dean 🍊💙

read the full poem and some reflections on my substack, softheartsyd.substack.com or find it in the 🔗🔗 in my bio!

and, to the folks supporting me over there—my heart is SO full of gratitude. y’all are glimmers in my life!! ❤️‍🔥

03/07/2025

i shared a new poem on soft alchemy of self 💗

this one’s a quick read. i feel like i’ve been inundated with words so i kept this one short!

read the poem, and some brief reflections, on my substack, softheartsyd.substack.com or used the 🔗🔗🔗 in my b10 !!

ps. all my writing is accessible for fr33, and subscribing makes sure you never miss a post! 💗

pss. out getting ribs is my current grief song, something about this melody just makes me CRY and brings so much relief to my nervous system and body. plus it’s nostalgic as hell, bringing me back to late high school/early college. life is bittersweet yall! im embracing the ebbs and flows, taking deeper breaths (when i can remember, lol).

03/05/2025

i’m crying at my easel this morning while listening to bernie’s speech from last night. if you’re feeling a similar despair, i highly recommend watching (i shared a clip from the ladder part of the video). it sparked the tiniest bit of hope in me, a reminder and a knowing that there are leaders in our communities that CARE about us. and he’s not the only one—every time i see rep. jasmine crockett speak, i can feel my inner fire start coming back to life. rashida talib has been an unwavering source of hope over the past 16 months seeing the g3n0c1d3 in g@z@ unfold live on phones.

gratitude upon gratitude to the folks who refuse to comply with our present “leadership,” and do so LOUDLY.

i’m sending love to yall. try to nourish your bodies—with food, with love, with the permission and space to grieve. whatever nourishment looks like for you today. make art, listen to music, call a loved one and tell them how you’re really truly doing. take care of yourself and each other.

enjoy some work in progress photos of this painting, some memes, and some kitties ❣️❣️❣️

02/18/2025

another vulnerable share, but these times call for honest stories!

❣️❣️❣️ if you’re a human who has experienced trauma and/or harm within mental health care settings—please take care with this if ya read any deeper!! this is such a tender topic for so many. i share about my own singular experience, which may be activating if any part mirrors yours.

AND, as a person moving into this field, im privileged and will hold power that inherently causes harm. its been a weird space to sit in, and i understand how incredibly nuanced and complex this conversation is. my post will fail to capture even an ounce of that complexity!!

but it still feels important to talk about, given how mental health is (yet again!!) being painted in american culture.

you can find the rest of my piece on my story (i dropped a 🔗🔗 on there!) ❣️❣️❣️

02/09/2025

i made a new zine “the art of grieving and the alchemy of loss”

it’s on grief, loss, and finding parts of myself in places i didn’t expect to.

these poems talk a lot about pet loss, so if that’s something you’re feelin tender with, maybe now’s not the time to read. but hey, if you’re moving through the pain of pet loss—maybe it’s exactly what you need.

you can find the l!nk to the substack post in my story, or in my b!0 🫶🫶

01/30/2025

swipe for a typed version of this poem ✨

this is a very vulnerable post, but it feels ever-important to make, share, and give voice to transgressive ART!! so here we are, basking in vulnerability LOL.

i created this collage a few weeks ago as part of my personal therapeutic art-making. but the events over the past couple weeks have pushed me to be more open about my own experiences.

s3xu@l vi0l3nc3 thrives in silence, isolation, and blame. so im doing the extremely uncomfortable thing and using my voice more. im seeking healing that’s commununal, collective, reciprocal. and for once in my liFE, im truly learning to bypass self-blame.

i hope for anyone holding a similar pain, you’re able to start to do the same.

i wrote a lot more about this collage-poem, and shared the reflection “unlearning silence: reclaiming my voice after s3xu@l vi0l3nc3“ on my substack. you can read the full poem and more on there — softheartsyd.substack.com (or check out the l1nk 1n m¥ b10) !!

i’m new to that platform, and i’m still gettting the hang of it. but i’d love to connect with y’all over there!! something just feels right about leaning into my writing and sharing my words as a means to connect with folks on a deeper level. i’m excited to see where it takes me. ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

01/02/2025

some reflections on 2024 (i know im two days late now LOL)

sending love to all my pals that have kept me goin through the grief and the heartbreak. ❤️‍🩹

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