I am a survivor, a mother, and a storyteller. My writing began as a private journal, a place to release my thoughts and rants when life felt overwhelming. Over time, those raw pages grew into something more: my memoir, Bruised But Not Broken, the most honest piece of myself I’ve ever shared. My life has been shaped by both pain and resilience, by moments that broke me and moments that rebuilt me.

 

I write for the ones who feel invisible, the ones who have been silenced, and the ones still searching for their way out. My journey is proof that survival is possible, that even when life leaves scars, healing and hope remain within reach. I may choose to remain unnamed here, but please know: I am real, my story is real, and if you’ve found your way here, you matter.