My name is Gina.

I remember life in fragments. It’s how I write or how I like to read. Raw. Pieces. Experiences. Emotions. People.

Life.

It’s in the shards and the shrapnel I find material. It’s in the mundane, the explosive, the deafening silence. There’s laughter there, soaked with tears. There is healing, amidst the rubble. Nothing here will be untrue because I’m uninterested in the embellished lies so many drape themselves in every day.

Existence is excruciating and within that are moments of surreal bliss. I try to find them. Sometimes they find me. It may be that one day I write, and the next I share my latest attempt at drawing.

I hope to create something through this process that resonates. Empathy is my biggest blessing and cruelest curse. I want to share my love for tarot and the zodiac as it helped me connect with myself again during a time when I only knew one thing about me.

My name is Gina. And I’m glad you’re here.