Back in the day, I grappled with how to define myself as a writer. It was a combination of imposter syndrome’s “you could never” and the idea that I needed to prove myself before embracing the title. The title I struggled to accept at the time was poet. But the struggle didn't stop there; it continued with questions like, 'If I call myself a poet now, does that mean that’s all I’ll ever be?’ I already had dreams of screenwriting and had started to experiment with short stories. In my mind, I nurtured the dream— ‘I want to write everything that can be written,’ but in my heart— crickets.

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