My First Honest Bio

Well, I can start with I'm here because I am a writer, and always have been. But my life took a detour from this passion, until I recently officially announced that I am writing a book, unapologetically titled, “How the F&ck Did I Get Here?” 

The idea began as a memoir I started when I was 13 years old, but never finished. I had forgotten its existence until uncovering its pages during the collapse of my life following the pandemic. The series of events that followed would ultimately lead to a firm commitment to break generational trauma and heal inner child wounds. While my book covers a fictional narrative of a millennial mom, philanthropist, and former military pilot, I promise all her traits are completely coincidental... 

To start, I am a mother first and foremost, to two beautiful daughters in elementary school. I struggled to conceive my first child and nearly died in childbirth. And while my second was easily conceived, we nearly lost her in a forced delivery with unexpected complications. The resulting post-partum depression was unbearable at times and threatened my very foundation. In this, my identity was fundamentally changed and in constant conflict with my inner child. 

I was the kid who would rescue every stray dog and broken-winged bird. I envisioned a collective world better from my known existence. As a young philanthropist, whose favorite legend is Robin Hood, I was inspired to start my first nonprofit when I was 23 years old. The nonprofit serves military service members by providing free foster care for their pets while they're on deployment. 

I started this organization because, at 17, I enlisted in the Marine Corps, running away from chronic abuse, and believed I couldn't survive without a structured existence. Eventually, I got married and got a puppy at 20, and when both my husband and I deployed simultaneously, we needed a place for our dog to stay. As a female veteran, I continue to advocate for support to the communities I served.

So, my main character’s similarities are entirely coincidental. 

Either way, our journeys are similarly linked. As I penned the journey of my past in a novel, I’m looking to write daily reflections on the lessons I’ve learned. As a mother of two daughters, I find it imperative to journal for our introspection, and I do it now for my children to receive the wisdom of their mother when they need my advice. And for those women who don’t have that advice available to them, I wish to open my perspective for consideration in other's healing journeys.