Felicity Morgan Shaw: The Bioinformatics Analyst With an Artistic Spirit 🌌✨

"I converted my pain into data points and my tears into algorithms." 🖤

Once upon a time, there was a girl who dreamed in color but lived in black and white, that girl was me. I was raised by a family that encouraged logic over love, and I was always told that art was a waste of time so I buried my sketches beneath textbooks and traded my paint brushes for pipettes. 🧪💔

Life, life has its way of breaking you before you can shine. At age nineteen, I was diagnosed with a rare autoimmune disease—my body was attacking itself, just like my family attacked my dreams. Doctors said I would never work in a lab again. Bullshit. I spent restless nights crying over failed experiments, my hands shaking too violently to hold a microscope slide. I loathed my sickness, but I refused to let it define me. I used my anger to code my way out of Hell, one Python script at a time. 🐍🔥

Now? I am a Bioinformatics Analyst by day, tearing open genomes and putting them back together again like a digital detective 🕵️‍♀️, and a secret artist by night, covering canvas with trauma that I hide in my closet. My life is a paradox: a marriage of cold science and burning creativity. I see beauty in DNA sequences and how adenine and thymine act like faded soulmates; the chaos of mutations allows for individuality. 🧬🎨

Let's be honest, I am still broken. Some days I get beaten by fatigue, and some nights I stare at my computer screen until all of those numbers and letters turn into an abstract piece of art. But each scar tells a story, and mine is a masterpiece in motion. 💫

So here I am—Felicity Morgan Shaw—your favorite data witch and closet poet. Follow me if you believe in believing in the space where science and art collide. Or don't, because I will keep converting my sob story into symphonies of ones and zeros. 🖤