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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!
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- 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
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Substances Creeped In.
The first time I smoked weed wasn’t about rebellion. It was about grief. It happened with my brother — my mom’s son — the one I only saw every few […]
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Self-Harm Was My Second Addiction
When boys started causing me pain instead of safety, I turned inward. Self-harm didn’t enter my life as rebellion or attention. It entered quietly — like a solution. Like something […]
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Boys became my first addiction.
I Learned to Look for Love Everywhere, but He was My First I was very young when intimacy entered my life. Not because I was reckless. Not because I didn’t […]
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The Mother My Mom Sent Me
When I was around thirteen (8th grade), my father met another woman. For the first time since my mom died, something in the house shifted, there was a sense of […]
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What I Did With All That Pain 💊
There was a point where surviving wasn’t enough anymore. I had learned how to endure. How to stay quiet. How to stay alert. How to grow up faster than I […]
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Breaking the Curse Instead of Running From It
I used to think breaking generational curses meant leaving. Leaving the people. Leaving the places. Leaving the memories. But God has been teaching me something deeper: sometimes a curse is […]

