Trauma and stress don’t just live in our heads. they manifest as physical illness.

Conceived to fulfill their needs—shaped by an environment that demanded I adapt, cope, and suppress who I truly was. My narcissistic parents tried to get me to eradicate parts of myself—especially my emotions—I was taught not to move through feelings, but to reject, deny, and disown them.

That teaching made me dysfunctional in ways I’ve only recently begun to understand more deeply. So, I impulsively ran into the unknown, canceling and recreating myself along the way—but also fleeing from my own light.

I am rewriting what they wrote.

Not to become someone new, not to become "better", and not out of spite! But to finally have a chance at what resembles a big, beautiful full life. To remember and restore the self I had to abandon just to survive what no one else could see.