I am not here to polish the edges or hide the scars. This space is my story—it’s written in real time, sometimes messy, often unfiltered, always mine.
I’ve carried labels, worn masks, survived storms, and rebuilt myself from the pieces. What you’ll find here is not perfection, it’s truth— my truth. If my words sting, or comfort, or make you pause— good. That means they are alive.
“He who knows others is wise; he who knows himself is enlightened. He who conquers others has force; he who conquers himself is truly strong. He who is content is rich. He who perseveres has will. He who does not lose his center endures. He who dies, yet his essence remains, is immortal “
The forest, the open field, the steady strength of horses— these are where I breathe most deeply, where life feels raw and real. Nature reminds me to slow down,to listen, to keep moving forward no matter the terrain. Horses remind me to trust, to stand tall, to live with quiet strength. If you’ve found your way here, welcome. I hope you stay, walk with me a while, and find pieces of your own story reflected in mine.
Journal Without Borders 