Welcome to My Wounds

Welcome to My Wounds.

A space where pain is seen, truth is told, and healing—real, messy, unfiltered healing—has a voice.

Words from Wounds wasn’t born from a perfect plan or a polished path. It came from pain. From trauma, misdiagnosis, abuse, and being ignored by the very people who were supposed to protect me. I was told I was “crazy” when I was really just hurting. I was labeled when I really just needed love.

Every part of this blog—whether it’s a story, a reflection, or a poem—comes from real scars. Not fiction. Not theory.

These are lived experiences. And I share them not because it’s easy, but because it’s honest.

Writing has saved me more times than I can count. That’s why I post here—to stay alive, to stay connected, and maybe to help someone else feel a little less alone.

Why “Welcome to My Wounds” Exists — and Who It’s For

• Stories from my life—the parts most people keep buried

• Letters to the systems that failed me

• Reflections on trauma, healing, motherhood, and relationships

• Letters to my son, who deserved so much more

• Messy truths, moments of growth, and raw reminders that you are not too much, too emotional, or too broken

  
  

There’s also a Poetry Page—a separate space where I post poems tied to certain blog entries. If a post includes a poem, you’ll find a link to it in the body of that blog. And on the poetry page, each poem links back to its corresponding post (eventually—I'm still working through the tech side of that, so it might be a little messy for now).

This is Healing—Unfiltered.

I don’t follow society’s timeline for healing. I’ve tried that route—checked the boxes, took the meds, smiled on cue—and I still felt broken. Most of us don’t need to be fixed. We need to be heard.

So I’m healing out loud. So you know it’s okay to cry. To rage. To rest. To take your time.

Healing isn’t linear. It doesn’t have to look how others expect it to. It doesn’t have to be graceful, quiet, or Instagram-worthy. It just has to be real—and it has to be yours.

If you’ve ever been silenced, dismissed, or made to feel like your pain was “too much”—this is for you.

Welcome to my wounds. You’re safe here.

Feel free to read, comment, share, or just come back whenever you need a reminder that you’re not alone.