Why now?

Because I’m done hiding.

I’ve been chewed up by narcissists more than once. Childhood left me with PTSD and the habit of splintering myself just to feel acceptance. I spent thirty years living as someone else’s version of me. That ends here.

Therapy cracked the door. Writing kicked it wide open. Every post I put here is a piece of my voice, stolen long ago, now returned.

I’m learning to trust myself for the first time in my life. And I can’t unsee the parallels between my own toxic family and the way our society works. We’ll dig into that later.

For now, this space is for people like us. The black sheep. The misunderstood. The scapegoat. The abused.

So…

If you’ve been hurt by the people who swore they loved you…
If you’ve been treated like a burden instead of a blessing…
If you’ve had to delay your own sanity just to stay safe…

I see you. I believe you. You have always been worthy.

Welcome to The Quiet Part. Welcome home.