About

I write anonymously because the stories I tell are not only mine. They belong to a family system that would rather they stayed buried. But silence is its own kind of inheritance, and I've decided to stop passing it down.

These pieces explore what it means to grow up as the designated problem in a family that couldn't face its own. They are about complex trauma, emotional neglect, scapegoating, and the slow, unglamorous work of becoming a person outside the role you were assigned.

I am not a therapist. I'm just someone trying to make sense of things, one entry at a time.

If any of this resonates, you're not alone.