What We Hold On To
I Am From…
Every city holds its rhythm, its own heartbeat, and its truth. This is mine — a blend of grit, joy, legacy, and love that shaped me long before I knew...
I Am From…
Every city holds its rhythm, its own heartbeat, and its truth. This is mine — a blend of grit, joy, legacy, and love that shaped me long before I knew...
10 Kēpt Reminders I Hold Onto When Life Feels S...
Some days feel like you’re holding a thousand loose threads — work, relationships, healing, the weight of things unsaid. That’s when I come back to these reminders. The ones I...
10 Kēpt Reminders I Hold Onto When Life Feels S...
Some days feel like you’re holding a thousand loose threads — work, relationships, healing, the weight of things unsaid. That’s when I come back to these reminders. The ones I...
Healing Out Loud: Choosing Me, Every Time
In a world that tells us to shrink, I’m choosing to heal out loud. 💭Group therapy. Real conversations. Showing up differently.This mirror? A checkpoint.A reminder to choose peace. Let go....
Healing Out Loud: Choosing Me, Every Time
In a world that tells us to shrink, I’m choosing to heal out loud. 💭Group therapy. Real conversations. Showing up differently.This mirror? A checkpoint.A reminder to choose peace. Let go....
3 Years of Kēpt — From One Keepsake Box to a Br...
Kēpt began with a keepsake box, a pair of pliers, and a heart full of memory. Three years later, it’s become a space for healing, holding, and honoring what matters....
3 Years of Kēpt — From One Keepsake Box to a Br...
Kēpt began with a keepsake box, a pair of pliers, and a heart full of memory. Three years later, it’s become a space for healing, holding, and honoring what matters....
Why I Started Kept: What Memories Mean To Me
“Kēpt” is a reminder that not everything has to be let go. Some things are worth holding on to. Whether it’s a memory, a moment, a feeling — my pieces...
Why I Started Kept: What Memories Mean To Me
“Kēpt” is a reminder that not everything has to be let go. Some things are worth holding on to. Whether it’s a memory, a moment, a feeling — my pieces...