
If you’re carrying grief no one warned you about-you’re in the right place
Maybe you left a faith, a family, a life you were told was holy.
maybe you’re still waking up from the rules quietly etched into your bones.
maybe you thought leaving would feel like freedom, but mostly it feels like being lost in a language you were never taught to speak.
if any of this sounds familiar?
you are not broken.
you are not crazy.
you are not, in fact, alone.
what you’ll find here…
Gut-level writing about what happens after the collapse — grief, rage, hope — and the sacred mess of starting over.
1. Essays, letters, and infrequent poetry.
2. Spoken Word and performances.
Poetic performances and spoken confessions for the moments words on a page just aren’t enough.