I’m not here to give you polished life lessons. I’m not an expert. I don’t have the answers.

My life is hectic. Chaotic. Beautiful. Exhausting. Between raising five children, carrying chronic pain like a shadow, and the quiet storms of CPTSD, the moments that should be still are often the loudest. The quiet between everything else is spent locked inside my own mind, where I can’t fully rest, where thoughts drift and linger.

These pages are fragments of that inner world. Sometimes they come from exhaustion, sometimes from fleeting inspiration, sometimes from grief that won’t let go. I am a writer of fiction, a mother, a human who feels too much. These entries are where I let myself wander, where the ramblings spill unfiltered, unshaped, and raw.

Some entries will break your heart, maybe even mine. Some may make you pause, see something familiar, or catch a flicker of understanding. Some may simply drift past, like the echo of a thought you didn’t know you had.

There is no formula. No neat beginning or end. Only the quiet between moments.

Welcome.