🪞 My Life
This is where I started—not at the beginning of everything, but at the moment I decided I didn’t want my past to keep writing the story for me.
I created this space to speak out loud about the things I’ve lived through. To untangle old knots. To try healing, even if it felt like pulling splinters with bare hands. These pieces aren’t always pretty, but they’re mine. And writing them down helps me breathe.
There’s joy here. And pain. There’s survival. And there’s grief that keeps echoing without asking permission.
Alan’s absence lives in all of it—not as a hard stop, but as a quiet presence that colors the edges of who I am now. He doesn’t need his own section. He’s in the stitches.
If you’re here to make sense of your own story—messy, sacred, unfinished—you’re in good company.
Absolution Ascent Anchor 