A raw account of trauma and nervous system collapse—and the slow, courageous return to safety.

A vivid memoir of heroin addiction in 1980s–90s NYC—trauma, street culture, near-death experiences, and the seed of hope that led to recovery.

A deep reflective piece on walking alone, self-healing, creativity, and reclaiming inner resilience after trauma.

An unfiltered exploration of generational trauma, showing how pain, secrecy, and survival patterns are passed down quietly through families.

I used to think I was broken—too sensitive, too emotional, too reactive, too much, or not enough. But the truth is, I wasn't hurt; I was grieving. And not the kind of grief that earns sympathy cards. I wasn't mourning someone who passed away; I was grieving someone who was right in front of me—my mom.