Finding My Rhythm: Healing, Leading, Becoming

Welcome

I’m so glad you’re here.

I spent years living behind a perfect picture — smiling for the world while quietly losing myself behind closed doors.

This space is where I finally tell the truth. About emotional abuse that left no visible bruises. About gaslighting, fear, loneliness — and about the long, slow work of healing.

If you’re walking through your own fog, know this: your memory matters. Your feelings matter. You are not alone.

I’m sharing my journey to reclaim my voice, my story, and my life — one honest word at a time.

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This is the exact moment that you learn one of the most difficult things there is to learn in life: just because someone does something to mistreat us doesn’t mean we stop loving them; there isn’t such a thing as an on/off switch.

You think, he doesn’t touch me, he only breaks things, its only the wall, he’s really only hurting himself, what he’s throwing at me are only words, he’s only calling me names, he only lies, he only yells, this could be worse, this isn’t too bad. You’re wrong. Just because it’s a lighter shade of blue doesn’t mean it’s not blue. And just because you don’t know how to associate love without pain, doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist without. – Unknown Author

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