Fresh out of the ER, drained and soul-weary, I reflect on love, loss, mental illness, and the divine journey back to myself. This is the raw testimony of a woman who’s been broken, lifted, and called to rise again through faith, trauma, laughter, and healing. I found strength in surrender, and in telling the truth, finally found my way home.

A raw, soul baring reflection on trauma, memory, and the monsters we secretly reawaken just to see if we're still strong enough to fight. This post unpacks the quiet ache of growth, the confusion of healing, and the light of hope with a closing tarot message from The Star to guide us back to ourselves.