The Rise After The Ruin

After many, many years of being told I should write my story down, write that trauma, get it out on paper, provide light for another soul’s darkness…

Here I am.

I have navigated the tumultuous waters of therapy, devoured countless self-help books, and yes, I’ve tried every medication imaginable (believe me, I’ve been through the full spectrum). I’ve meditated in silence, erupted in laughter, shed tears, pushed through the storms, and not only stumbled along the way but at times fell so low I could not get up. Yet, amidst all the chaos—the trauma, the deep-seated hurt, the life-altering experiences, and the seemingly endless mountain of SHIT—I discovered a powerful truth: I have always risen for others. I have “healed” for them, I have “moved on” and worn a smile, picking up the shattered pieces of my heart, all for their sake.

Some of those souls are undeniably worth it. My precious three children—Aidan, now 12, who mirrors my childhood in every delightful way, and my twins, Sam and Ollie, just 9, as different as night and day. They are my lifeline, my reason, making life not just bearable, but beautifully vibrant.

So this time, it’s for me. MY journey from the ashes, MY emergence even stronger, MY belief that what doesn’t kill me truly makes me stronger. MY story of redemption. MY healing. MY. HEALING. It’s time.

Enjoy. Or Don’t. This is for me.