About Me

There was a time I barely recognized myself.
I bent to survive. I burned to feel. I disappeared to keep the peace.

But I’m not lost anymore.

Peace didn’t come to find me.
I earned it—through silence I never asked for, grief I didn’t see coming, and the grit it took to stay standing.

Every scar taught me something.
Every burn led me back to myself.

This space is part diary, part reckoning, part reclamation.
No performance. No façade. No watered-down version of the truth.

It’s where I return when the world spins too fast.
Where I say the quiet parts out loud.
Where I stop shrinking to fit and start expanding to breathe.

I don’t write for validation.
I don’t write for vengeance.

I write to tell it like it was—
the heartbreak, the healing, the holy rage that made me whole again.

And it belongs to…
Just Me.