trauma
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the burger of my demise…
It was January 2011.A little less than three weeks into my hospital stay.Closing out the first few days on the floor I was transferred to after the ICU.–I was still in a wheelchair.Still relearning how to walk.Still practicing handling my body weight.Which meant that any incident that required sitting down or standing up, a nurse Continue reading
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the birthday of redemption…
“What do you think about me spending my birthday in Utah?”It was the text I sent my friend in January 2021.Sitting in my usual Starbucks in Fairfax, sipping my cold brew, laptop in front of me with a tab already open to an airline site, my road trip playlist playing through my headphones.“Living in the Continue reading
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the worst 30th birthday…
My birthdays have a track record for being notoriously painful.Always felt more like I should be grieving than celebrating.To be begging to die while living in a day that marked another year of life was mentally torturous.Seemed like the world was mocking me.Five of my birthdays were spent in treatment.The relapse starting always at the Continue reading
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rebelling against normalcy…
I had a *former* boyfriend once tell me my urge to travel simply comes from my need to constantly be running – being unable to settle.(Let me say though there is a difference between not wanting to settle and not wanting to be domesticated…)He said it was driven by me simply wishing to escape – Continue reading
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love at the overlook…
I was watching the sunset at an overlook in Smokey Mountains National Park.I had told a friend recently my deep love for sunrises and sunsets; the “why” to the admiration I hold for them.He suggested I make it my “thing” in life to see them in every state.So there I was…–However, on that day it Continue reading
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the runaway bride…
Someone once told me he preferred my hair long.To cut it would be like chopping off the trunk of a vehicle (his exact words).“Why ruin what is perfectly fine as is?” he said to me while sitting in his car in my driveway.A few days after that conversation I cut my hair.Nothing drastic.Just enough to Continue reading
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life advice at red rocks…
I was sitting at the top of the Red Rocks Amphitheater – having just walked up and down it (by way of the bleachers) three times.It was my display of redemption for the Jenna who at one point was living in a body that could no longer even walk up one stair of her home.So Continue reading
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the man in the convertible…
I stepped into the Planet Fitness in Tucson, Arizona.I was simply there for one thing: a shower.Dirty and sweaty from having just walked the most random trail to see the sunrise in a sea of cactus in which I got lost, scratched up my legs, and accumulated nearly fifty bug bites all over my body.I Continue reading
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chasing sunsets…
“So where to next?” he asked. “I know, I know. I am totally putting you on the spot actually making you plan the next step in life.”He gave a sly smile.He knew a majority of this trip I was just making up as I went.Having lived a life for decades in obedience to rules and Continue reading
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difficult but not impossible…
“Oh, my Jenna, what did you do?” He sat there skimming through my records sent over by the other hospital. Those numbers and stats in which I took pride breaking his heart. I never could have imagined the ripple effect my quest would have – the cost not only that I would pay but others 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 