Ever felt like a total misfit but couldn’t explain why?
 

That was me—until 1999, when the sudden onset of post-traumatic stress disorder revealed the truth:

     I wasn’t crazy - just deeply wounded by ritual abuse.
     I wasn’t alone - many others lived through the same darkness.
     I wasn’t a hopeless case. – hope was hidden, but never entirely gone.

I was a high-functioning survivor, living and working quietly, when PTSD catapulted me into an eleven-year voyage of discovery and healing. Journaling helped keep me sane during that time.

My love for words began early. One of my favorite childhood memories is my mom taking me to the public library. She taught me to read before I started school, and I never stopped. Essays were fun assignments. Math? Not so much. Science? Good times!

Throughout my career, I served as an EMT, substitute teacher, and a Physician Assistant. Medical and spiritual mission trips took me to the Dominican Republic, to Kenya, and to Native American reservations. Each experience deepened my understanding of resilience, culture, and faith.

Now retired, I devote more time to writing. My work has appeared in Chicken Soup for the Soul and Bethany House anthologies. I write a weekly blog, belong to a local Christian writers’ group, and contribute to Scribbling Women, an online community that encourages women writers. And I joined the Advanced Writers and Speakers Association.

In 2025, I published my memoir and partnered with Nashville Audio Productions to bring it to life as an audiobook. Looking ahead, I plan to speak publicly about PTSD, dissociation, and trauma-based mind control—topics that deserve both clinical clarity and spiritual compassion.

God has been with me all the way. Though it’s been hard, He’s never left. He never will.

He promised.