Prologue;

Prologue

Well, where do I start? I could take you back to the beginning... but honestly? I've outgrown the version of me, and I don't really feel like reliving the whole thing right now.

All I know is this... your truth should be heard, even if only one person stops to listen. Even if some judge you, even if they don't believe you. Because I believe this is one of the most important parts of your healing journey. To not only use your voice but also the bravery you feel when you do, it changes something inside you.

And maybe that’s where this story truly begins. Because healing is rarely linear. Sometimes you have to move forward without fully understanding where the path is leading you. Sometimes you have to lose everything you thought you were just to discover who you were always meant to become. For me, the path has never been completely clear, except for writing. That part I have always known. As for everything else, I’ve learned to trust my intuition, follow the pull, and move toward whatever keeps calling my soul forward.

What you will find inside these pages.

"My manuscript"

This is where my truth lives. The things I have always wanted to say out loud. The lessons, the heartbreak, the healing, and everything in between. A place where I hope my words find you exactly when you need them most, while also giving me the space to explore the parts of myself I have kept buried for far too long. And then, of course, everything else that follows in this beautifully complicated thing we call life.

"The library of my mind"

The Library of My Mind is softer. A collection of thoughts- actually, many thoughts, sometimes scattered with no particular order, simply following whichever one of the multiple tabs I happen to have open on that day. Its healing, stories, femininity, nostalgia, and all the beauty hidden inside becoming me. The quiet places my mind wandered while my heart and soul were learning how to come home to themselves again.

" The book"

My book. My baby. This love story I wrote during a divorce. And yes, I get a lot of judgment for that. And the book is not even finished yet. It began as a fictional story inspired by a dream I once had, but somewhere along the way, it became therapy. A place where I poured love, grief, longing, healing, hope, and the parts of myself I was still trying to understand. To be honest, it was a way to escape the chaos of my life and create this imaginary world of peace, all the things I wanted my life to be. The more I found myself, the more I believed in the story I was creating.

Fast forward a few years into writing and healing, and I realized it was never just a book. After a time, it became the place I ran to when I needed hope. The lifeline that carried me through some of the hardest seasons of my life. At the time, I thought I was writing about finding love. I didn’t realize the person I was really finding was myself. And somewhere throughout these pages, you will understand how healing and fiction slowly became intertwined… and how this story came to exist in the first place.

Book cover design by Brandish Design

One day she will be finished. And honestly, I can't wait. The day it is finished and in my hands will probably be the greatest day of my life other than the day my daughter was born. I have written three copies and am re-editing the last half now. It hasn't been the easiest of times over the past three years; definitely a lot going on. I think the first two copies felt rushed to get them done, but I like where I have taken the story and the way my writing has evolved over the past year. Call it woman's intuition, but I think this is the way it was supposed to happen because I need to experience things in my life first before I can understand how to write them.