In college, collaging became my creative refuge—a quiet, grounding ritual that was just for me. Amid the hustle of the University of Michigan, where everything felt like it had to serve a purpose or pad a resume, this was different. Collaging wasn’t for a grade or a club; it was a way to process, reflect, and breathe.

It gave me space to show up for myself while I was showing up for others—through peer support groups, mental health advocacy, and the everyday chaos of college life. These pieces trace that inner journey—moments of growth, uncertainty, clarity, and becoming.