I was told recently I should write.

As of July 2025, that was about a month or so. Give or take a day.

I wanted a space to tell my story, my way. Without the limits of anyone telling me how that should be.

I mean, if I had a pound for every time someone told me I have “a way with words,” I’d be a hell of a lot richer than I am…

(well, if Amazon didn’t also exist, that is….)

My story is as unique as the words I choose to write with, light and dark, witty and clever with epic lows and occasionally a beautiful high.

This is my journey to process my story, as I heal from devestating trauma that has taken so much of my life away from me.

This is my stand.

In the words of Sarah, near the end of the film Labyrinth

This is my way of saying Trauma?

You Have No Power Over Me.

✨ Ready to start reading my story?
Start with Part One – An Early Memory I Didn’t Ask To Keep