Someone brought something to me today that I was genuinely curious about exploring — they asked what content on my website was AI-generated, because it was clear my illustrations use AI tools.
In the past, a question like this would have completely thrown me into self-doubt.
I would have spiralled, questioned my worth, or felt like I had to justify my existence as a creator.
But today?
I didn’t wobble.
It simply helped me understand that some people may need reassurance and clarity about how I create — and I’m grounded enough now to offer that without taking it personally.
So I updated my website with a video + some text explaining how AI supports my process, not my imagination.
And then I wrote the post below for Instagram — which actually captures the heart of where I’m at in my creative identity.
Sharing it here too, because it feels important and aligned:
I Tried On All the Versions of Me —
And Now I Know Who I Am
Growing up, I tried on so many selves.
Clothes, hair, aesthetics, beliefs, communities, information, identities, dreams —
all experiments in becoming.
I was growing.
Learning.
Searching.
Mimicking.
Shedding.
Becoming.
It wasn’t confusion —
it was development.
I was learning who I am by exploring who I am not.
And now?
I’ve arrived.
I stand in myself with confidence, clarity, and truth.
All of who I am —
my healing
my trauma
my imagination
my neurodivergence
my motherhood
my inner child
my lived adult
my sensitivity
my strength
my magic —
it is ALL part of my creative identity.
✨ My creativity is mine.
✨ My voice is mine.
✨ My way of working is mine.
✨ My truth is mine.
✨ My magic is my medicine.
✨ Imagination heals.
I am real.
I am raw.
I am authentic.
I face my shadows instead of hiding from them.
I finally love being me.
I found my purpose.
And yes — I used the tools available to me.
Technology.
Systems.
AI as a bridge, not a replacement —
a way to bring the worlds inside me to life
so I can share them,
so others can feel them,
so imagination can keep healing the places where words alone cannot reach.
Inner Wonderland is not artificial.
It’s me.
And I’m proud of how far I’ve come.
Proud of who I’ve become.
Proud of the worlds I’m building —
worlds born from my heart,
my journey,
my resilience,
and my magic.