About Me

I wrote this book to remind myself and others that it took me nearly twenty years to name what I was living through. For most of that time, there were no words. No language to capture the slow erosion of self. No mirror to reflect the truth that the love I was surviving was, in fact, an injury cloaked in silence.

Back then, we were taught to endure. To stay. To make it work. Society wrapped our suffering in polite expectations, urging us to preserve appearances while we slowly disappeared inside them. But I needed to speak to the woman I once was the one who doubted her instincts, who dimmed her light to keep the peace. I needed to write something for those still lost in the fog, questioning their reality. Something that said: You’re not imagining this. It’s real. And it’s not love its injury.

This book is not just a memoir. It is a reclamation of voice and self.