Natasha Collazo
Bio
**Studying Modern Journalism @ NYU **
Student @ American Writers & Artists Institute
Project: The diary of an emo Latina
Content and freelance creator
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Instagram: @sunnycollazo
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Stories (107/0)
Routine
As an adult, sleep is an essential medicine for our bones. At night, I have the hardest time winding down. It began in my childhood, my parents never had us on a sleep schedule or bedtime so to speak, like the norms. I’ve always crashed wherever, whenever, whether it was the couch or my parents bed, I was never in my own bed. I had a huge fear of the dark which has carried into my adulthood. Yes, that’s correct, I still have a fear of the dark. Total blackness actually keeps my mind racing more than relaxing. My heart will actually beat out of my chest and anxiety will surface.
By Natasha Collazo2 years ago in Longevity
Mr.Spooky the Retired Persian
My cat Bailey passed away last year during the start of the pandemic. I was fortunate enough to have the privilege and opportunity to work from during his last few days. Terrible things happen in the world around us daily, but one thing I’ve learned is you can always find the fruit in a dark season. One being, how grateful I was because of this awful pandemic, I got to be home with my boy during his final hours.
By Natasha Collazo3 years ago in Petlife
Something Different
Well first off, I’ve never painted a thing in my life. Okay, that's not completely true, but like a serious thing, a good thing, a thing that people would buy -until now. On August 11, 2019, I was cleaning out a closet in the house that I was renting with my ill mother. Life was rough as we knew it. I fumbled upon a paint set, a cheap-y paint set of just a few acrylic colors and some paint brushes along with an empty canvas. My mother always liked to try new hobbies. In fact, she would jump from one obsession to the next. If she would find an interest in something, she would obsess over it and dream it to the top. It went from sewing, to learning how to play the violin, to the piano, then guitar- pretty much any instrument. The list would go on, drawing, writing, cochetting, etc.
By Natasha Collazo3 years ago in Motivation
Where's the bear
Where’s the bear?! Giggling, as this is a very, very vague memory. In fact, baby vague. I was three years old and I didn’t even know that a three year old could have memories, but this is one of the youngest memories I have. I don’t think it goes back any further than this for me. I couldn’t tell you who wrote the book, I couldn’t tell you much about it, but only my toddler perception of it. The small 1980 vintage six, thick, hard-cover pages had a picture of a little bear hiding in different places of a room, nursery or somewhere in a house and the question asked on every page was, “Where’s the bear?!”
By Natasha Collazo3 years ago in Families
