The Blog

Writing for me has always been a mixture of sin and solace. As a child, it was a comfort—a safe place—until it became the only way I knew to express pain. My words were not met with understanding, but with isolation. Instead of being seen and heard, I was condemned. A child's plea for connection was perceived as an attack. And those who felt attacked never let it go.

Apologies were demanded, penance paid, but forgiveness was never granted. What should have been a moment of learning and growt...