Chapter 3
The Fracture of Belief
“The silence exposed the voids I hadn’t admitted were there.”
PArt 1: The Breakup and Isolation
Breakups don’t just take someone away; they take pieces of who you think you are.
When she left, it wasn’t just her—it was the life I thought we were building, the friends we shared, and the future I imagined. Suddenly, I was completely alone.
I remember sitting in my dorm room, staring at my phone, watching the silence stretch on. But the breakup wasn’t the only thing breaking me. It was exposing something deeper—voids I had been trying to fill with everything but my purpose.
For the first time, I had to confront those voids. It wasn’t just about her or my friends. It was about me—my doubts, my fears, and my lack of direction.
Part 2: Creating Voids
Pain has a way of finding its way into your art.
One night, I sat down with my laptop and let everything pour out—the heartbreak, the anger, the questions. I wasn’t writing for anyone else. I was writing for me.
That’s how my album Voids was born. Each track was a piece of me coming to terms with the truth: I had been using everything—relationships, friends, distractions—to fill spaces that only my purpose could.
By the time I finished, I realized Voids wasn’t just music. It was a reflection of my healing, a step toward clarity.
“Each track was a piece of me finding my purpose.”
Part 3: Creative Believers
But the journey didn’t end there.
As I processed my own struggles, I realized I wasn’t alone. There were other artists on campus who felt the same way—isolated, disconnected, unsure of where they belonged.
That’s when I started Creative Believers. It wasn’t just about me anymore. It was about creating a home for people like me, a space where we could express ourselves and build something bigger together.
We threw events in dorm rooms, created content, and shared ideas. It wasn’t polished or perfect, but it was real. And in that space, I found my passion—not just for music, but for building community.
