I grew up in a whirlwind of uncertainty, caught between the love and care of my family and the harsh reality of abuse and maltreatment. My childhood was a complex web of mixed signals and conflicting emotions, where survival meant enduring and self-isolating.

Though I’ve faced unimaginable challenges, I’ve emerged stronger, with scars that tell the story of my journey. I’m not an expert, but I’m a survivor. My story is imperfect, still unfolding, and raw. By sharing it, I hope to create a space for others to share theirs, and together, we can work towards healing, compassion, and empathy.