Most people have a "normal" childhood. Normal: conforming to a standard; usual, typical, or expected. That is the definition of normal as per the dictionary. However, what really is a normal childhood? Many would say that would be an able bodied person going to school with both parents in the home, one or both of… Continue reading What is normal?

🪞 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… Continue reading This Is Where I start

Diving into my childhood, into what made me who I am today. I have given you a few glances, but I am going to really just dive in and start telling from what I can remember. My childhood was not a fancy rainbows and unicorns' kind of childhood. Mine was filled with traumatic experiences, and… Continue reading Let’s dive in.

Anyone else remember being born? Yea me neither. My memory starts around the age of 3 or 4, those really are just snip-it's of my life then. I don't remember everything. Like I can remember a time in daycare where my mom was bending down on one knee and talking to me about something, but… Continue reading Little Fuzzy

On the snowy night of January 8th in 1997. I was awoken by my father and told I was going to Granny's house. Well, when my dad dropped me off, I remember asking Granny where my parents were going. My mother was in labor, and they were headed to the hospital. We lived only about… Continue reading No longer an only child.

My story starts in August 1990. I was born to two wonderful parents. My mother Sharon, and my father Eric. My father was in the Navy at the time and stationed on the USS Kitty Hawk CV-63, at the time I was born it was dry docked for maintenance in Philadelphia Pennsylvania. The Naval hospital… Continue reading The beginnings