About

I write about growing up as a glass child — the sibling whose needs went quiet because someone else always needed more. This is also a quiet space for self-love, growth, and connection, and for the mental heaviness that comes with complicated childhoods and burnout.

This blog is part memoir, part notes from the inside. It's not a self-help site with five steps to fix yourself. It's a space for the slow work of understanding what happened, how it shaped you, and what it looks like to build a life that feels like your own.

I write about the family dynamics no one named, the childhood that didn't feel like one, the way old patterns follow you into adulthood, and the slow, uneven process of becoming someone new. I also write about what helped — the real things, not the theory.

New posts arrive when they arrive — I don't force a schedule. Writing about this work requires living it first.