With bloodied hands and trembling resolve, I scraped my way out of the wreckage. I looked into the mirror and, for the first time, called myself home.
Tag: cult survivor writing
What If the Only Thing Broken Is Your Understanding?
The struggles of depression and anxiety; highlighting the disconnect between those suffering and the outside world. #mentalhealthmatters
Growing Flowers from the Wounds
I am every jagged edge of rock waiting to be climbed; to see what’s beyond.



