I was six years old when I was sexually abused, and I’ve spent the rest of my life battling PTSD, social anxiety, panic attacks, and suicidal thoughts.
By connecting with the stories and words of others, I found hope.
I was seventeen and living in Germany when I started my first blog and officially shared some of my writings.
I then decided to serve as a missionary for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and found myself in Russia. Despite the incredible people and experiences, I was in the deepest depression of my life and I desperately needed help. After a year, I returned home to seek medical attention.
For the first time in my life, I couldn’t write and it terrified me.
This is when I met and married my husband.
A few months into our marriage I tried again to put pen to paper and was met by broken poems. The verses were unrhymed, raw, and I had a feeling that I shouldn’t keep them to myself. I collected them into a book and published them under the title: “A Letter to Last Year“.
After that I kept writing, and sharing, and blogging. I had a baby and wrote her a book about a little elephant named Amelia Gold. I fell in love with a makeup brand that finally helped me to feel beautiful and to embrace self-love. I started a podcast and I started speaking about the sexual abuse.
What I’ve learned is that connection is the road to healing, but sometimes we need our own safe space in order to connect.
I think books, or a podcast, or even makeup can be that safe place.
My mission is to hold that space, and to connect souls through beauty and words to alleviate the suffering of a sick generation.