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Author | Poet | Impact Speaker | Creative Visionary
Turning ashes into art, stories into impact, and survival into legacy.
šŸ³ļøā€šŸŒˆ Founder of Alchemy From Her Ashesā„¢

10/01/2026

Some people leave this world, but the joy they brought into ours never quite leaves.

Grief is complex no matter the time passing.

But memories? Those I hold close.

You were the reason I got to be a fairy, MYSELF, and I will forever smile at that memory. Your genuine grace, your spirit, the way you embraced people and allowed them to simply be themselves.

Sometimes we don’t realize how much someone has added to our lives until we’re left holding the memories.

So here’s to loving people while they’re here. To celebrating their uniqueness. To being unapologetically yourself and allowing others the same freedom.

Love loudly. Laugh often. Be kind. Be you. Be love.

Because sometimes, the smallest moments become the memories we carry forever.

This one’s for you, my fairy friend. šŸ§ššŸ½ā€ā™€ļø.

09/30/2026

I came across a video from several years ago, and something hit me that I didn’t understand back then.

There was a person in my life who accepted me for all of my shenanigans. šŸ˜‚ She allowed me to be myself without judging me or making me feel like I needed to change who I was.

And the truth is, I overlooked that.

I was in survival mode.

Sometimes survival changes what we recognize as valuable. We’re so focused on getting through life that we don’t always recognize the people who are quietly giving us something beautiful: the freedom to be ourselves.

Looking back now, I see it differently.

I won’t overlook that kind of person again.

Be surrounded by people who truly allow you to shine.

In your authenticity.

They maximize you. They don’t minimize you.

Because authenticity isn’t a performance.

There’s a difference between being accepted for who you are and performing a version of yourself that you think people will accept.

I want the people around me to know the real me.

The dancing me.
The laughing me.
The serious me.
The fairy-ear-wearing me. šŸ˜‚
The whole me.

That’s authenticity.

09/24/2026

I finally realized why I was crying.

I was sitting there telling a story, thinking about everything I’ve experienced, everything I’ve had to figure out, everything I had to keep moving through.

And suddenly I stopped.

I put my hands toward the sky and said, ā€œThank you, God. Thank you, Most High Creator. Because I made it.ā€

Not just through domestic violence.

Not just through one chapter of my life.

I made it through LIFE.

Through the people who turned their backs on me. Through the people who told me no. Through moments when I couldn’t walk, couldn’t drive, and had to find another way to keep moving.

Through motherhood. Through mistakes. Through realizing that sometimes I made decisions thinking I was doing what was best, only to later understand that I should have simply listened and talked.

I can look back now and be honest about the things I got wrong without allowing them to erase everything I got right.

I made it.

And maybe that’s why I cried.

Because for once, I wasn’t looking at everything that happened to me.

I was looking at ME.

The woman who kept going.

The woman who adapted.

The woman who learned.

The woman who loved.

The woman who made mistakes and kept growing.

The woman who is still here.

And after all of that, I realized something else:

I deserve softness.

Every pillow.
Every hug.
Every peaceful moment.
Every laugh.
Every bit of joy.

I don’t want my story to only be about what I survived.

I want it to be about the life I created after surviving it.

And today, I’m proud of myself.

I fu***ng made it. ā¤ļø. If you made it out of something. Hype up yourself and smile.

09/21/2026

I’ve always been a rebel. The weird one. The black sheep, as people say.

I’ve also been the trendsetter, the leader, the light.

Today, I’m the smile that woke me up. The calm that eases my spirit.

Today I woke up smiling.

Honesty and truth can be real. And when you allow yourself to live in that truth, it can also be freeing.

For me, I love being in this space of calm and ease.

It feels so foreign… and yet, it feels so good that I find myself giggling for no reason. 🄰

Maybe this is what ease feels like.

Maybe this is what happens when you stop fighting yourself and simply allow yourself to be.

No pain story today.

Just me, smiling, breathing, laughing, and enjoying where I am.

And honestly… I like her. ā¤ļø

09/20/2026

The Story I Never Told: Emotional Abuse, Survival & Rebuilding

I’ve told many stories about healing, resilience, survival and rebuilding.

But I have never told this story like this.

This is one of the most vulnerable conversations I’ve shared publicly about the emotional abuse, manipulation, dependency, homelessness and trauma I experienced in a relationship that changed the trajectory of my life.

For a long time, I thought leaving meant I was healing.

It didn’t.

I was still running. I was still in survival mode. And it wasn’t until I finally stopped running and allowed myself to sit with the anger, grief, triggers and pain that I began to truly process what I had survived.

I cried. I grieved. I was angry. I hated. Eventually, I forgave.

Not because what happened was okay.

Because I realized I didn’t want what happened to control the rest of my life.

September is Su***de Prevention Awareness Month, and I believe conversations about su***de prevention also need to include the trauma, abuse, isolation and emotional pain that can bring someone to their breaking point.

This isn’t a story about glorifying what happened to me.

It’s about telling the truth about survival.

It’s about what happened after I left.

It’s about rebuilding.

And it’s part of why Alchemy from Her Ashes exists.

Sometimes the ashes are not the end of the story.

Sometimes they become the beginning of who you are becoming.

This is my story.

This is my truth.

***deprevention

09/17/2026

Some Wins Are Meant to Be Private

I I’ve had to be honest with myself about something:

I was overlooking my own wins.

My accomplishments.
My growth.
My progress.
Sometimes, even myself.

I spent too much time minimizing who I was and making myself smaller so I could fit into spaces and groups where I knew, deep down, I didn’t belong.

I’m not doing that anymore.

But there’s another part of this I’ve had to confront.

Sometimes, because we’ve been hurt, we become so guarded that we overlook the people who are actually standing right in front of us. People who genuinely want to see us win. People who want to support us. People who want to build community with us.

Healing, for me, has also meant learning how to recognize that.

I’m learning to trust myself.
I’m learning to celebrate my accomplishments.
I’m learning to receive genuine support.
And I’m learning that standing out doesn’t mean I have to stand alone.

And here’s something else:

Not every win needs to be posted.

I went on a walk recently and didn’t post it. It was a milestone for me, but it wasn’t meant for social media.

It was meant for me.

I have a lot of wins that people don’t see.

That doesn’t make them any less real.

Sometimes the most important person who needs to witness your growth is you.


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