Broken, Bare, and Rising: The No-BS Blog
This blog isn’t about sugarcoating life. There’s no “everything happens for a reason” here, no fluffy affirmations, no pretending I’ve got it all figured out. This is my no BS space to lay it all out my mess, my chaos, my survival. The days when my body won’t cooperate, my mind won’t stop racing, and the world feels like it’s moving forward without me.
This is where I get real about chronic illness, mental health struggles, trauma, and the uphill battle of just existing. It’s messy, it’s raw, and it’s honest the kind of honesty most people avoid.
Here, inspiration meets reality. Education meets raw truth. Awareness meets healing. And yeah… it’s basically my virtual diary, documenting the unfiltered truth of navigating a life that doesn’t come with an instruction manual.
You’ll read about the hard stuff the heartbreak, the isolation, the setbacks no one warns you about but also the wins, the small wins, and the unexpected moments of clarity that remind you: you can survive this, and you can rise from it stronger than you thought possible.
Topics include:
Domestic Violence and Healing – the ugly, the painful, the survival
Health and Wellness – what actually works when your body fights you
Living With Chronic Illness and Pain – the days that feel impossible and the victories that keep you going
Reflections – raw thoughts, uncomfortable truths, and insights from the trenches
Blog Series on Various Topics – deep dives into specific struggles, challenges, and growth areas so you can really learn, relate, and reflect
This space is for anyone who’s tired of pretending. For anyone who’s felt unseen, stuck, or defeated. Your pain doesn’t define you, your courage to rise does. Step in. Read, reflect, and claim your power.
What I Needed Instead of Coping Mechanisms
I used to think I needed to stop my coping mechanisms. What I actually needed was something safer to replace what they were doing for me.
Personal Reflection on Five Years of Healing
My nervous system had learned that uncertainty meant connection.
Part 1 - Self-Healing
Is Not What I Thought It Was, I used to think self-healing meant fixing myself.
When the Body Remembers
Trauma doesn’t stay in the past. It doesn’t remain neatly stored in memory, something you can simply think your way out of It
Chapter Four: Coping Mechanisms That Were Actually Survival
What is often referred to as “bad habits” is frequently a reflection of nervous system survival strategies
May Reflection
It felt like every time I got my feet underneath me, something else came along and knocked me sideways.
What Healing Asked of Me - Self-Compassion
But self-compassion didn’t come from forcing softness, it came from understanding.
What Healing Asked of Me - Self-Worth
Self-worth was never a concept I truly grasped; it always felt conditional.
What Healing Asked of Me - Boundaries
I didn’t know what boundaries felt like in my body until I started breaking old patterns.
Chapter Three: The Patterns I Couldn’t See
One of trauma’s quietest impacts is how it reshapes what feels familiar even when that familiarity is unsafe.
Chapter Two: What Trauma Took from Me
Trauma didn’t just hurt me it slowly disconnected me from myself.
Chapter One: The Body That Spoke First
Trauma came into my life at a young age, long before I had language for it. And after that, dysfunction and chaos followed like it was normal something to adapt to rather than question
Five Years of Intentional Healing
While I’ve often shared pieces of my story speaking openly about trauma, healing, and the realities of rebuilding yourself I’ve never fully explored what my own healing journey has actually looked like.
Unhinged and healing
People see the beach photos, the yoga classes, the pole classes, the coffee moments, the grounding, the “healing girl” shit but they don’t see what it actually costs me behind the scenes
Finding Balance in the Small Moments
Living with a condition that affects every part of daily life means constantly learning how to listen, adjust, and honour what my body needs.
What Changed When I Finally Let the Anger Rise
I don’t think healing is something I can define as a single process anymore. It feels more like a series of phases I’ve moved through
Returning to Boundaries Again and Again
They’re often inherited shaped by what we saw, what we were taught, and what was or wasn’t modelled for us.
My Pole Class Journey
Reflecting on after completing ten classes, I can honestly say I almost ran after the first one.
My Phases of Healing
For me, healing has moved in phases states of being I’ve lived inside, sometimes for long stretches, sometimes circling back again.
Somatic is the word I didn’t know I needed.
Somatic,In my healing journey it keeps showing up like it’s trying to teach me something I can’t unsee.