Sharing real stories of personal growth

This is where I put the words I used to keep quiet, about mental health, healing, heartbreak, identity, and the slow, uncomfortable work of coming home to myself. It’s raw. It’s real. It’s mine.

I started writing because I needed a space where I didn’t have to have it all together. Somewhere I could be honest, even when it was messy.

And if anything in my journey brings comfort, connection, or reminds you that you’re not the only one trying to figure it all out, then maybe this space can mean something to you, too.

We heal by telling the truth. This is mine.