Welcome,

I label myself as neurodivergent, because I’ve come a very long way in my life. To not mention that I’m neurodivergent would almost feel a discredit to all my efforts. Building myself up has been hard, painstaking, time consuming, hard hard work over the last 8-7 years. (since 2018-ish)

I think moving forward in my life with everything I’ve accomplished, and what I would like to do moving forward, is to acknowledge the basest truths about myself. Some of these things are topics society doesn’t want to talk about. Mental health has always been touch and go. (Especially still in Poland, and other slavic countries.) So many people see what I’ve done/who I’ve become and that’s all they see. But I want to acknowledge the parts of me that fought tooth and claw, and drug myself up the mountain. I never imagined I would live through my adolescence, the earliest cap I gave myself was 20, then 21. then 25. I’m 27 now, and I don’t have that sort of expiration date in my mind anymore. That says alot.

I also want to keep in mind my family, friends, and even those I have lost along the way. I wouldn’t have ever become anything, or do anything if I didn’t have an army of people lifting me up.

A lot of my work will touch on familial issues, trauma, mother wounds, suicide, mental illness, suicidal ideation, depression, bipolar, OCD, feminine and complex trauma, generational trauma/curses, stereotypes and images that will not be pleasant. My work will not be for everyone, I think. I will be writing heavy mental things, and I know not everyone’s experience will resonate with mine- but I’m not writing novels about what other people went through. I’m writing novels about what I can bare my soul to. My pain, my truths, my horrors, my fears, my desires. My hopes for the future, the world, humanity in general. (I’m a big thinker.)

My mentors in the MFA told me to “pick the lowest hanging fruit first” before you go off and decide to create another fantasy world. (I started wanting to write high fantasy~) So I’m writing about how hard it is to be neurodivergent, “crazy” and still want to dream highly for your future, even when every part of you screams you don’t deserve it. Recovery is possible. It isn’t easy, but it is possible.

I will strive to be accommodating for other survivors of trauma. I’m uncertain what route I will ultimately go with that.