I am a nurse, writer, and founder of Treasurable Life, a truth-telling blog dedicated to my late mother’s legacy. Through my memoir and advocacy, Iempowers survivors to break silence, embrace healing, and reclaim their stories. Based in Georgia, I continue to write, speak, and inspire others on their journey toward wholeness.

— Treasuarble Life

    Latest Posts

    • Held in the Breaking

      Welcome to Treasurable Life, where we don’t run from pain; we learn how to hold it. Sometimes love isn’t about saving someone, it’s about refusing to leave them This is a moment most people don’t have words for. A body… Continue reading

    • The Art of Becoming Whole

      Welcome to Treasurable Life, where healing isn’t hidden, it’s honored. Peace isn’t found when life gets quiet; it’s found when you no longer need it to. Take a moment… really look at this. This isn’t just a woman sitting still.This… Continue reading

    • What Is Art?

      Welcome to Treasurable Life, where truth isn’t filtered; it’s felt. Art is not meant to be understood by everyone; it’s meant to be felt by the right ones. Let me ask you something before you keep reading… When you look… Continue reading

    • After Dark, I Don’t Lie to Myself

      “Daytime me survives. Nighttime me tells the truth.” Tonight, everybody was asleep but me. The house was quiet, lights off, not a single sound, and somehow that silence felt louder than the whole day. Because during the day, I stay… Continue reading

    • Before You Step Outside

      “I didn’t inherit perfection, I inherited lessons, and I’m choosing to pass down something better.” There are moments that don’t look like much from the outside, but they shape everything that comes after. This was one of those moments. The… Continue reading

    • They Tried to Kill Me With Words

      “The loudest wounds never touched my skin; they lived in what people said when they thought I wouldn’t survive it.” lol… You thought I was done?Sorry. I told you I was just coming out of hibernation. I’m back. Awake. Paying… Continue reading

    • After Dark: I Tell the Truth With My Body

      “I’ve survived too much to pretend I don’t crave touch, truth, and being wanted loudly.” After dark, I stop lying to myself. The room changes when the lights dim. Not because anything magical happens, but because I finally allow myself… Continue reading

    • She Didn’t Ask. She Took Her Place.

      She stood there for a second longer than necessary. Not because she was unsure, but because she wanted the room to feel her before she spoke. The chairs were empty, lined up neatly like expectations people had already placed on… Continue reading

    • They Live in Me, Whether I’m Ready or Not

      She sits in the middle of dry land. Cracked earth. No shortcuts. No shade. The kind of place where nothing grows unless it decides to. Her hands rest gently in her lap, not folded in prayer, not clenched in defense… Continue reading

    • She Walked Into the Fire Because Staying Bound Hurt More

      No one saw when she decided. There was no announcement. No dramatic moment where the sky split open and gave her permission. Just a quiet knowing that settled into her bones the way truth does when it’s tired of being… Continue reading

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