I’m someone shaped by both the wounds and the wisdom of a complicated life. I survived childhood abuse that stole pieces of me before I even knew who I was. I grew up learning to silence myself, shrink myself, and carry pain that wasn’t mine to hold. Living with bipolar disorder added its own storms, but it also pushed me toward truth, resilience, and a deeper understanding of myself. Over time, I’ve learned to grow into my own voice, one I used to hide, and to protect my peace like it’s sacred. I’m still healing, still evolving, and still choosing myself every day. My story isn’t perfect, but it’s honest. And if you’ve walked through your own darkness, I hope something in my journey helps you feel a little less alone.