It’s not a safe place.

This is where I pour out my rage, my pain, and my tears—
where I lay bare the truths I’ve survived,
and where I confront the darkness that still visits me every night in my dreams.

Writing here means facing the shadows head-on,
inviting discomfort, and letting the raw edges of my experience bleed into words.
It’s messy, it’s honest, and it’s unfiltered.

This space isn’t designed to soothe or protect.
It’s a battlefield, a confession booth, a refuge for the broken and the brave alike.

I know this blog won’t be for everyone—
not everyone is ready to witness this kind of truth.
So please, if you choose to read, proceed with caution.

Here, I don’t shy away from pain.
I don’t hide the scars or pretend the night is anything but dark.

Instead, I write it all out loud.
Because sometimes, that’s the only way to heal.