Rivers of pain
Wash over me again
Rivers of tears
Rivers of sin
Rivers to wade through
For all who dare to know me
Rivers to drown in
For all of the unholy.
Author. Artist. Healer. Survivor. After awakening from what I call my Trauma Coma, I realized that nearly everything I believed about myself was shaped by unresolved trauma. Today, I help others heal from the invisible wounds of incest and betrayal trauma. Holey House was born from my own healing journey. It’s a sacred space where souls with holes can transform their pain into purpose, their wounds into wisdom, and their shame into light. From holey to holy, this is where we remember who we were before the wound.
The Cruelty You Never Saw Coming Benevolence. A word that wraps itself in warmth, kindness, generosity, compassion. A soft place to land. The light we search for when the world has grown cold. But what happens when that light blinds us instead of guiding us? What…
My boundaries are not negotiable—they are essential tools for safety, self-worth, and emotional healing.
What You See… When you first lay eyes upon me,You might label me a queen,At first, I’ll seem without a flaw,As if the life I live’s pristine.You’ll meet a woman that is kind,Living a life peacefully serene,“I must have her,” you’ll say to yourself,Ignorant of…
0 Comments