I've lived many lives in one body.

I was born into a high-control religious group where questions were dangerous, individuality was forbidden, and love came with conditions. As a child, I learned to hide everything that made me me: my queerness, my doubts, my dreams. Hiding wasn't a choice. It was survival.

But you can only live in the shadows for so long before your soul demands to be seen.

At seventeen, I came out as transgender. In one breath, I lost my family, my faith community, and the only home I had ever known. The people who raised me began to look through me as if I had never existed.

After that, I tried to drown it all. Alcohol numbed the rejection, the silence, the abuse, the grief no one would let me name. What started as relief became a cage. For twenty-five years, addiction took more and more of me, until there were nights I truly didn't believe I would see morning.

But I did.

Recovery cracked the door open. Trauma healing let the light in. And a spiritual awakening tore down everything I thought I knew about who I was, and who I was allowed to be.

Here's what I learned: healing isn't about becoming someone new. It's about remembering who you were before the world taught you to hide. It's reclaiming every part of yourself you were made to feel ashamed of, and finally living in alignment with your deepest truth.

Today, I'm more than a survivor. I'm a storyteller, an author, a content creator, and a spiritual guide.

My work is for the outcasts and the broken. The dreamers and the black sheep. The ones who've had to fold their light into a box it was never meant to fit. I write for anyone standing in the in-between: between pain and healing, between who they were and who they're becoming.

If that's you, I see you. I was you.

My books, my channel, and this space exist to remind you of one thing:

You are worthy. You are whole. You are loved exactly as you are. And you are never as lost as you may think.