Well… I’m still figuring that out.

I spent most of my life reading other people — trying to understand them, predict them, survive them.

I grew up in a small town and experienced more than a child should. Abuse, trauma, and the kind of environments that shape how you see yourself before you even know who you are. Somewhere along the way, I also hurt people — not intentionally, but as a result of patterns I didn’t yet understand.

Then I lost someone I thought I would spend my life with.
The kind of loss that doesn’t just hurt — it forces you to question everything.
Your choices. Your patterns. Your identity.

So I stopped.

For the first time in my life, I stepped back from relationships, from distractions, from everything I used to define myself… and I looked inward.

Now, I understand why I’ve acted the way I have for the past 29 years.
But understanding it doesn’t mean I suddenly know who I am.

I’m a single mum to two girls. I have a DVO on their father.
I live with Complex PTSD.
I’ve been diagnosed with ADHD — though even that comes with its own layers of confusion and experience.

Recently, I spoke up about a rape that happened to me 12 years ago and began legal proceedings.
That process has opened my eyes to how broken the system can feel — and how unclear “justice” really is when you’re living through it.

One day, I hope to use my experience to push for change.
But right now, I’m taking it one step at a time.

This space isn’t about having the answers.

It’s about asking the questions.
Understanding the patterns.
And figuring out, in real time, who I am — and who I want to become.

So… psychoanalyse me.

I’m open to hearing from real people with real experiences, as I navigate this next chapter — on my own, with my two girls.