A soul-stirring memoir of fire, flight, and fierce becoming.
On the Other Side of Mother Wounds isn't a memoir in the traditional sense. It's a remembering. A reckoning. A becoming.These are the stories I was told not to tell. The feelings I buried so deep I forgot they were mine. The quiet, gut-wrenching truths about what it means to grow up unseen-and the sacred work of choosing to see yourself.
This book is for the ones who grew up being the strong one, the useful one, the one who held it all together while falling apart inside.
It's for the ones who gave too much, loved too hard, shapeshifted into acceptability, or inherited silence as a survival skill.
You won't find linear chapters or tidy resolutions here. You'll find fragments and fire. Grit and grace. Stories I wrote with my blood, breath, and bones.
And maybe, just maybe, you'll find a reflection of your own journey back to wholeness.
You don't need to be perfect. You don't need to be holy.
You just need to be whole.