06/03/2026
Turning 30 has a way of making you face the person you once were. I grew up in survival mode due to some really difficult family dynamics, and I’ve been doing a lot of looking back lately. For a long time, I carried anger and hurt that didn’t belong to me.
Growing up, I didn't have the best circumstances—with my dad struggling with alcohol and my mom dealing with severe mental health battles, I often felt like I was navigating life on my own. On top of that, I was bullied quite a bit myself and dealt with people who were far from kind to me. Because I felt so targeted and alone, I convinced myself I had to be mean back just to protect myself and keep a guard up.
Unfortunately, I took that trauma and that 'armor' out on people who didn't deserve it. If I was ever mean, rude, or a bully to you, I want to apologize sincerely. That wasn't the real me; it was a kid who was hurting, felt like she had to fight to be seen, and was surrounded by the wrong influences.
I truly cherished so many of you and I’m sorry I didn't know how to show it then. I’m finally healing those broken parts of myself, and part of that is owning up to my past. I wish nothing but peace and happiness for everyone I've crossed paths with.
