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Dear Amy, You weren’t expecting me. Not really. You thought you were writing a scene —a woman watching someone get bound, a moment of...

There are parts of me I used to keep locked in silence. The failures. The compulsions. The rage that didn't match the smile I wore in...

There was a time when I believed healing had to be pretty. 🌸 That growth meant neat journal pages, flawless words, and the right answer...

Healing is messy. It’s nonlinear 🛤️. It’s two steps forward, three steps back, and then somehow still finding the strength to get up and try again.

I didn’t set out to write a chapbook.   I did set out to survive.   The Shape of Healing started as a handful of messy poems ✍️— scraps...

Navigating Stories: My Journey Through Fiction, Poetry, and Recovery As I continue to explore my voice and share my story, I've found...

Stepping Into the Writer I Was Meant to Be For most of my life, writing was something I dabbled in—an occasional journal entry, a...