About Me

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 Hello! I'm really glad you found your way here.

 I've been writing since I was a kid- long before I had the language to name what I was feeling. 

Writing has always been how I express myself, especially when trauma makes it hard to speak. And a good portion of the time, it does. But the page listens when nothing else can.

 On July 7, 2024, my world shattered. I lost my spouse to addiction. The grief that followed was unlike anything I've ever known. It was raw, paralyzing and so loud I didn't know how to exist inside it. I knew I had two choices: let it consume me,  or write my way through it. 

  This blog is me choosing to survive.

   I live in Sechelt, B.C, Canada, cradled by the Salish Sea. My love for this place runs deep. The water, the tree's, the wind through the cedar's;  they have held my sorrow in ways people can't always manage. When I'm too broken to function, Mother Earth reminds me I'm still here. That healing isn't pretty, but it's possible. 

   The stories I share here are honest. My truth. Some are painful. Some are blunt. Some are wrapped in dark humour because that's how I breathe when it gets to heavy. 

    I write about grief, addiction, trauma, survival and the long road to making peace with the things that can't be undone.

    If you've lost someone, if you're carrying something too big, or if you're just trying to feel seen- I hope you find something here that makes you feel a little less alone. 

   This is how I'm learning to live again. Thank you for walking with me.


  Janine


  

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