I am a mother, a wife, and a woman who has been to hell and clawed her way back out. I’ve learned the hard way that you can’t outrun sorrow and you can’t bury it forever—it will always find a way to surface. For me, that way is writing.
On the days when grief sat on my chest and wouldn’t move, I turned to stories. I poured the ache, the love, the fear, and the small stubborn hope onto the page. From the spaces between life and death, from the quiet moments no one sees, from the parts of us we’re afraid to say out loud.
I write for anyone who has ever felt broken, haunted, or too much. You are not alone in the dark.
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