Doodles is not a perfect book, because it was never meant to be. It is a diary of scraps: thoughts scribbled between breakdowns and breakthroughs, poems born at 3 a.m., and tiny emotional sketches growing quietly in ordinary moments. These pieces trace childhood, womanhood, friendships, heartbreaks, survival, and the slow return to oneself. Some poems are soft, some sting, some trying to wrap around you like a hug.At its heart, Doodles reminds you that you don’t need to be put-together to be worthy. You can be messy and magical, healing and unsure, and still strong. If you’ve felt human, these pages are yours.