Yeah, I Survived. Now watch me fucking thrive. I didn't grow up with lullabies and bedtime stories-I grew up with tons of betrayal, and the kind of trauma that doesn't come with a damn warning label. My childhood? A shitshow. My teens? A full blown dumpster fire. By the time I was raising babies while still a baby myself, life had already tried to chew me up and spit me out more time than I can count. But plot I didn't fucking die. I burned brighter.
This book is not some soft, feel-good, tied-with-a-ribbon little memoir. It's raw, real, and uncomfortably honest. I'm talking toxic love, family bullshit, grief that guts you, and healing that feels more like a street fight than a day spa. I've walked through hell barefoot-and now I'm here to talk about it with grit, humor and zero sugarcoating.
If you've been counted out, broken down, or told to shut up and smile-this is for you.
Survival isn't pretty, healing isn't linear, and sometimes, rising from the ashes means saying fuck you to everything that tried to kill you. I was Raised by Fire-and I'm still here, louder and stronger than ever. And trust me...my story's just getting started.