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.
Finding Peace in My Own Company
There’s a quiet kind of becoming that doesn’t announce itself.
It doesn’t come with big life updates, dramatic transformations, or loud declarations.
It happens slowly, gently in the in-between moments
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
Memories, Miles & Choosing Life
There are trips that feel like holidays and then there are trips that feel like milestones.
Slow Mornings
This season of life isn’t about proving anything or keeping pace with the world. It’s about becoming her the version of me who exists fully in her own rhythm, her own pace, and her own space.
Strength in the Wobble
This past weekend, I had the joy of spending time with two of my children and my grandson. We clocked up eight hours of driving, shared laughter, stories, and little adventures.
Another successful long drive
I successfully drove another long trip with not too many issues, and that alone is something I pause to honor.
A Life Beyond Trauma
I’m shifting my energy toward nervous system regulation and who I am when I’m no longer defined by what happened to me.
The Power of Slow Mornings
For a long time, mornings were something I survived, not enjoyed. they were rushed, anxious, heavy. My nervous system already on edge before the day even began.
Letting Go Ritual - 2026
I was introduced to a ritual that felt small but carried a lot of weight.
Eight days into 2026
Eight days into 2026 and my diary is finally filling but not with chaos or obligation. It’s filling with things that feel aligned
Last Day of 2025
The weather was moody four seasons rolling through in a single day. Sunshine breaks through clouds, the wind rises without warning, rain drifts in and then disappears.
A New Chapter, Written at My Pace
Three hundred and sixty-five blank pages not to be rushed, perfected, or filled according to anyone else’s expectations, but written slowly, intentionally, and with deep respect for the body I live in.
2026 Gets a Different Version of Me
2026 gets a different version of me rested, selective, and no longer available to people who are draining and confusing.
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.
Navigating Life, Travel, and Vertigo
Living with vertigo and migraines has taught me something important, listening to my body isn’t optional it’s essential.
Welcoming 2026
2026 doesn’t ask me to become someone new. It asks me to come home to myself.
Releasing 2025
2026 doesn’t ask me to become someone new. It asks me to come home to myself
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
Christmas Eve 2025
I took a moment tonight to watch the sun go down on Christmas Eve, 2025.
Not in a dramatic way. Just quietly. One of those pauses where your body speaks before your mind catches up.
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