trauma
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when i knew…
“I was 12 when I first realized I wanted to be a writer.”We were waiting on our food to arrive, catching up on the happenings of our lives since we last saw each other.Even the simplest of conversations captivating my thoughts into stillness.A mind undivided, unforced to pick a side.No tug of war to pull… Continue reading
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the avalanche released…
“Do you have any siblings?”He casually asked me back in February in between sips of his beer.Leaning back in the booth, settling in comfortably to our temporary location.We were at a bar in Park City waiting for our dinner reservation.He had just shared a story about his brother.The question was expected.–“I have an older brother.”I… Continue reading
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the last phone call…
March 30, 2015.The day that would unknowingly become the last time I ever heard my sister’s voice.I called to wish her a happy birthday.Which turned into a few hours of her and I catching up on life, her making me laugh, us discussing our plans for when she would be in Tampa a few weeks… Continue reading
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following in her footsteps…
I had just gotten into my car in the Wal-Mart parking lot.There to pick up quintessential items for my guest: pickles, frozen pizza, and a broom.It was one of the most life giving carts.One I filled up while listening to a customized playlist I made for him that would play throughout his visit.It is always… Continue reading
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living for life…
We were in his kitchen.I stopped by on my way to dinner to drop off the sleeping bag he lent me a couple days prior.“In the event you feel a pull to follow your heart’s desire of sleeping in your car,” he said with a smirk when he handed it to me.He knew I already… Continue reading
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breaking out of anonymity…
I was 11 years old when I received my first official diagnosis.After silently suffering three years prior with a mental and emotional turmoil I had no idea even had a name.I sat in the chair of my pediatrician’s office, the same one I claimed since I was a toddler, as she would speak the words… Continue reading
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my silence a deafening sound…
We were driving home from dinner in Park City when the song started playing.Ever so quietly heard in the slight pause of our conversation.“Agnes” by Glass Animals.One of the most tragically beautiful songs I have ever heard.There has never been a time of listening to it when I have not cried.Tonight was no exception.The tears… Continue reading
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party of two…
“The menus are customized for you.”He looks down.“S—- : Party of 2” written on the top left.“Ha. Definitely a first.”“At what point will we acknowledge we may be a bit in over our heads?” I half-jokingly asked.“Never. We earned this moment of life.”“That we have…” my sentence trailed off as his words sunk into my… Continue reading
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the view that led me home…
“So, what brought you back here? I thought you were really vibing with Colorado.”I was sitting in my car at Rocky Mountain National Park when I sent him an S.O.S text over the summer – needing more suggestions of places to go out west to extend my stay.I never wanted to leave.“I did love it… Continue reading
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better to begin a hundred times…
The Worm Moon.I saw an article today about its imminent arrival.This was the second time I ever heard about such a thing.The first being February 2021 – while driving to dinner with a friend.I was gazing in awe at the full moon glowing brightly between the mountains, lighting up the landscape ahead of us.“I do… Continue reading
About Me
I am a woman on a mission to turn her pain into purpose using her passion for writing. This blog is the journey of my becoming, excerpts from the pages of my book of life – the good and bad and everything in between – written with the intent to heal, to guide, to inspire…
I write to document the tale of a heroine slaying every dragon that comes her way for she knows she is the only one who can save herself.
I write to tell the story of a woman brought back to life; a chronicle of rebirth to show the power of hope and redemption.
I write to give meaning to every yes spoken – whether in shouts or whispers, in fear or bravery.
I write to share with the world the story of what happens when one believes in the beauty of a better tomorrow. What happens when one refuses to settle for anything less than butterflies. What happens when a mere spark you defiantly declined to let go out ignites into an inferno.
I write to open the eyes of all those who feel like the victim in their own story to see that they are not helpless or damaged or weak. They are in control. They have everything within to become the victor.
I write to speak life into the grieving to allow words laced in truth and love to mend the wounds inhibiting the heart from moving forward.
I write for the invisible to feel seen. I write to lead us all on the journey to the happily ever after….it is waiting to be lived by each of us <3
Clandestine Confessions 