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 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 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.
Healing Looks Different Than I Thought
Healing looks like unfamiliar spaces, new faces, and a version of you that no longer shrinks.
On the Outside of Dysfunction
For a long time, I was part of the dysfunction. The chaos didn’t feel toxic it felt normal.
We All Have Baggage
We all have baggage. Stories we didn’t choose. Wounds we didn’t cause. Survival patterns we learned just to make it through
What You Don’t See in the Photos
But behind each one is a body that survived what words often fail to explain. A nervous system that stayed awake so I could stay alive.
Reclaiming Old Places with New Peace
Returning to spaces once tied to pain feels like walking into old memories with a new nervous system. The landscape may look the same, but my body is different now
Walked Cliffs Once Shadowed by Fear
Places where my body stayed tense, breath shallow, senses alert always waiting for something to go wrong. The edges felt dangerous, not because of the drop, but because of what they stirred inside me
Becoming a Nanny
Becoming a nanny healed me in ways I didn’t even know I needed. What began as a role of caring for others slowly became one of the most transformative parts of my own healing journey.
Triggers don’t Mean you’re Broken.
A trigger is your body and mind speaking a language you might not always understand at first. It’s your nervous system saying, “I remember what happened. I’m scared it might happen again.”
Daily Practices That Anchor Healing
Healing often begins in the quiet moments, not the grand gestures or overnight transformations, but in the small, consistent rituals that ground us
Because Carrying the Pain Wasn’t My Identity
When we go through trauma, abuse, or heartbreak, it’s easy to believe that the pain we carry is who we are
The Language of Scars
The scars I carry are not signs of defeat. They are proof of endurance. Each one speaks of nights I thought would shatter me and mornings where I still rose anyway. They are not shame carved into my skin, but survival inked into my being.
Healing Isn’t About Erasing the Past
When trauma first enters our lives, it can feel like a heavy chain wrapped around us—clinking with every step, reminding us of what we lost. The weight is real. It bends the shoulders, slows the walk, and sometimes convinces us that we may never move freely again.
One Type of Behaviour of the Narcisst
Love bombing is a term that describes an overwhelming display of affection and attention, often used as a manipulation tactic in relationships.
Red Flags - The Narcissist
I seem to have overlooked every red flag or was too wrapped up in my own world to realize what kind of person I was dealing with.
The Narcissist
Understanding the Complexity of Narcissism. It's important for people to grasp the true meaning of the term "narcissist" rather than casually using it
