The Recovery Room

I spent years not having words for what was happening to me. I just knew something was wrong: in my body, in the way I braced myself, in the fog I couldn't shake.

This space is where I write about all of it. The gaslighting. The trauma bonding. The reason you can't just leave. The way he'd flip every conversation until you were the one apologizing. The slow erosion of trusting your own mind.

If you're here, something brought you. Trust that.

Start anywhere. Read what feels close. You don't have to have it figured out yet.