People say I'm too emotional. Too clingy. I have had anxiety and depression for years. I have been through hell. But beyond that, I am a mother. I fall in love too fast. I care more than I should. And I feel deeply.
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Histórias de Hattie-Grave
The Parts That Never Sleep
The mind is never silent. Shadows coil, whisper, and grow claws in the dark.
A poetry collection of obsession...
Beneath the Skin
raw, unflinching journey through the heart of depression, poems that feel, ache, and linger beneath the skin
Not Your Perfect Mother
A mom struggling with finding herself in the darkness all while handling a daughter who isn't so easy and tha...