🔥 THE SHORT VERSION

I’m not a coach. I’m not selling a program. I’m not here to fix you.

I’m a writer who’s lived through grief, reinvention, loss, complex family dynamics, and the long road back to trusting herself. I still show up with a keyboard, sharp perspective, and the determination to keep moving forward, even on the hard days.

This space is for anyone trying to survive the middle chapters. No filters. No platitudes. No Live, Laugh, Love.

👇For the full story, keep reading. 👇

WHO I AM

I’m Heather. I write things. I process through writing, avoid small talk, and believe in clarity over comfort. I am a Gen Xer who still plays video games, gets overly invested in fictional characters, and still believes writing can save your life.

There have been more plot twists in my story than I can count. I’ve lost people I wasn’t ready to lose. I’ve walked away from things I thought I couldn’t live without.

I’ve carried trauma and grief that reshaped me more than I realized, and I’ve come back stronger than I expected. None of it came easy. Most of it came with scars.

Somewhere in all of that, I found real love, began building a life that looked nothing like my original plan, and decided to stop apologizing for how long it took me to get here.

WHY I WRITE

Life gets heavy when you’re stuck in the middle of the mess. And for a long time, I stayed quiet about it.

This started as a personal challenge. I wanted to prove something to myself; something about discipline, change, control. The physical transformation was recent. The real healing started long before that. By the time I set the challenge for myself, I had already done years of internal work—untangling patterns, questioning beliefs, and rebuilding trust in myself. The challenge just gave me something visible to mark how far I’d come.

I learned things I wish I had known sooner. But I also know I wouldn’t have believed them until I lived them. No one could have convinced me otherwise until I was ready to stop trusting systems that weren’t built for me and start trusting myself instead.

Now I write because I know I’m not the only one who felt stuck. There are other women (and probably some men too) caught in the same cycle. Questioning themselves. Shrinking to fit. Waiting for permission to change.

This blog is where I say the things I wish someone had said to me.

The writing is for me. The message is for anyone who needs to hear it.

WHAT YOU’LL FIND HERE

This is where I write about survival, reinvention, self-image, emotional growth, and all the messy stuff in between. I share what I’ve learned the hard way, what I wish I had known sooner, and what I’m still figuring out.

You’ll find reflections on trauma and transformation, along with musings on marriage, parenting, starting over, aging, and navigating the chaos of midlife. I also write about pop culture because sometimes a fictional character says the thing you didn’t know you needed to hear.

Everything here is written for the ones who are still trying. Still showing up. Still carrying things. Still becoming.

WHAT I’M NOT

I’m not a therapist. I’m not a wellness expert. I’m not selling quick fixes or breakthrough strategies. I’m not here to market false hope, and I’m not pretending to have it all together.

I am someone who has lived through some hard things and decided to talk about them. I believe sharing your story doesn’t make you weak; it makes you honest.

IF YOU’RE STILL HERE

You might see yourself in the cracks of these posts.

You might be carrying things you haven’t said out loud.

You might be standing at the edge of your own reclamation, wondering if it’s too late.

It isn’t.

This blog is for the people who weren’t handed easy paths and chose to walk anyway. If that’s you, I’m glad you found your way here. Let’s keep going.