How It All Began

For so much of my life, I tried very hard not to think about my past or my traumas. They were just things that happened to me—scars I carried, but buried as I kept moving forward. That is what you are supposed to do, right?

I never really thought about how much those experiences shaped me. I was always just… me. Or rather, the version of me that I offered to otheres to keep them comfortable.

Therapy helped me unpack pieces of it, but I don’t think I ever truly sat with myself long enough to ask myself who I was outside of the trauma—or who I became to make others happy.

Then I asked a friend how they saw me, and a story was born. It led me down a path where I not only looking at where I have been, but where I am now and who I am becoming.

With that foundation finally in place, I now get to tell my story in a way that speaks to me.