Come Join My Healing Community!
I grew up with trauma that didn’t end when childhood did. Abuse, chaos, addiction, grief… wounds that grow with you, shape you, sometimes try to swallow you whole. For years I wandered through survival mode like a ghost wearing my own face.
But now? I’m choosing healing. I want to share with you where I come from. I want to share my life and how I ended up where I am today. Because today, my life is beautiful.
If you are returning, welcome back! I am so happy to be healing with you!
If you are new to my page, please go to page 7 on the BLOG TAB. Start from the very first post, and just move up. I promise you won’t regret it
- Here, you’ll find bits of my journey:
- ✨ Spiritual Digging
- ✨ Christian Reflections
- ✨ Mental Health
- ✨Being a mom, while trying to fix yourself at the same time.
- ✨ Real, Raw, and Unfiltered path toward peace
Blog categories
Featured
-
I plummeted.. hard.
The years between when he got arrested and when I finally went to rehab felt longer than my entire life combined. Everything sped up. But at the same time it […]
-
The Story of a Father Who Kept Leaving And a Child Who Finally Chose Herself
There are stories you carry quietly, hoping they dissolve with time. And then there are the stories that grow heavier the longer you hold them. The ones that demand to […]
-
When He Was Ripped Away
When he went to prison, my life didn’t explode. It emptied. There was no dramatic breaking point, no cinematic collapse. Just a silence that moved in and settled over everything. […]
-
Addiction Series — Post Eleven
My First “Adult” Love In September, not long after graduation, I went back to my hometown to see my dad. I didn’t go looking for trouble. But trouble had always […]
-
I Thought I was Starting Over
Graduation didn’t feel like an ending. It felt like release. I was seventeen, exhausted, and completely unprepared for adulthood. I had survived school. I had survived addiction-fueled chaos. I had […]
-
I Formed A Family, not just an Addiction
I didn’t just sleep at my dealer’s house. I lived there in every way that mattered. Technically, I still had my dad’s house. But it was empty most of the […]