For most of my life, I thought I was hiding.

Hiding my questions.
Hiding my intuition.
Hiding the parts of me that didn’t fit neatly into the stories I was handed about who I was supposed to be.

For a long time, I wondered if something was wrong with me. Why I felt so deeply. Why I noticed what others overlooked. Why my inner world felt louder, richer, more demanding than the one I was expected to perform in.

Eventually, I realized something else might be true.

Maybe I wasn’t broken.
Maybe I was paying attention.
Maybe I was never meant to disappear.
Maybe I was simply wired for wonder in ways I didn’t yet understand.

I’ve been writing for over twenty years. Quietly. Privately. Sometimes desperately. Those early words were never meant for an audience. They were survival. They were mirrors. They were a way to stay alive when understanding hadn’t caught up yet.

This space is where those writings begin to step into the light, reshaped by who I am now.

You won’t find perfection here. You’ll find lived experience. You’ll find reflections on identity, spirituality, grief, joy, intuition, motherhood, belief, unbelief, and the long road of becoming yourself when no one hands you a map.

These blogs are for the ones who grew up feeling “other.”
For the ones who learned to be quiet to stay safe.
For the ones unlearning shame and trusting their inner knowing.
For the ones who feel called to something deeper but don’t always have the language for it yet.

You don’t have to agree with everything I write.
You don’t have to label yourself anything at all.

If you’ve ever wondered whether you’re broken or simply different…
If you’ve ever felt pulled between worlds…
If you’re learning to stand fully in who you are, without apology…

You’re in the right place.

Take what resonates. Leave what doesn’t.
And know this, truly:

You are not alone here.