Hi, my name is Justina

Hi. My name is Justina Spring. Welcome to my messy world. This is not a place of perfection, and it’s not here to comfort you. It’s here to make you feel—raw, unfiltered, and maybe even uncomfortable.

I’ve been writing poetry for as long as I can remember. It’s not just words on a page; it’s survival. Poetry is my mirror, my scream, my whisper in the dark. It lives inside my head, every day and every night, forcing me to look at my emotions no matter how shattered or chaotic they might be.

Throughout my life, I’ve battled ADHD, eating disorders, and the relentless weight of “not being enough.” Therapy helps, but so does poetry. It’s my ritual, my way of existing within the insanity that is my mind. Writing is how I process the unbearable and how I learn to sit with the discomfort of being human.

I am inspired by those who dare to expose their raw truths—artists like Charles Bukowski, Marina Abramović, and others who are not afraid to confront the ugly, the painful, and the real. They remind me that art is not about being liked or accepted. It’s about being honest.

I wish I could draw, but my hands fail me there. Instead, I’ve found a way to bring the images in my mind to life with the help of AI. These visuals accompany my poetry, creating a new dimension of expression. Together, the words and images tell a story of struggle, reflection, and survival.

Some days, I’m okay. Other days, I’m not. This is where my sketchbook poetry is born—from the cracks, the chaos, and the endless search for meaning in a messy, imperfect world.

Don’t come here expecting answers. Come here to feel.