Inside my shattered mind…

This is not just a blog - it’s a reckoning. A sacred space carved from loss, stitched together with love, and held together by grace.

Here, I write from the raw and reverent edges of my own becoming, from the ache of suicide loss, the unspoken weight of anxiety and depression, the quiet bravery of motherhood, and the unraveling and reweaving that comes after everything falls apart.

This is where I come to tell the truth. To honor the pain. To give language to the things we’re told to bury. I don’t write because I’ve figured it all out - I write because I haven’t. Because the journey matters. Because grief deserves a voice, and healing deserves a witness.

A Heart Rearranged is for the broken-hearted and the wide-awake. For anyone learning to live with what they’ve lost - and still dare to love anyway. It’s for those carrying memories like open wounds. For the ones screaming in silence, desperate for anyone to hear. For the ones still standing when someone they loved couldn’t. For anyone standing in the ruins of what used to be, trying to rebuild something that feels like home. For anyone trying to recognize themselves in a life that’s been rewritten by loss. This is for you and me as we learn how to live with a heart that’s been shattered, stitched back together, mended repeatedly- a heart rearranged - together.

May these words find you in the hollow places and remind you: you are not alone. If your heart has ever been cracked wide open, I hope you find pieces of yourself here. Welcome, new friend. I hope you stay a while.