This is my story.
Not the cleaned-up version. Not the version whispered about me. The one I actually lived.
I write about childhood, complicated family dynamics, grief, loyalty, love, betrayal, and what it feels like to be misunderstood in your own story. I am not here to perform pain or protect anyone’s comfort.
I am here to tell the truth as I experienced it.
If that makes some people uncomfortable, so be it.
If you have ever been painted as the villain in someone else’s narrative, you are not alone here
