LILITH
Longing Bird.
A pseudonym born from my endless yearning for freedom. For a life that was truly mine.
It all started after my mom changed my major from Psychology to Fine Arts.
I’d lost all interest in attending school, but as usual, I had no say in the matter.
So I went. I showed up, and sat at the back of every class, disinterested, withdrawn, just waiting for each day to end.
Until that one class.
Visual Storytelling.
The professor walked in and gave us an assignment right away: “Sketch the last time you felt unseen. No words, no text—only visuals.”
That hit me hard.
Because that was exactly what I’d been feeling, so it felt like he saw through me.
That he was speaking to me personally.
And just like that, I started paying attention to the class.
By the time the next
