Unearthing unheard voices from the past.
Some stories aren’t passed down.
They’re whispered in symptoms, silences,
and names that feel too familiar.
I didn’t grow up knowing the details.
But I felt them —
in emotion,
in looks,
in the pauses between what wasn’t said.
Later, symptoms arrived.
So did a cat.
A username.
A woman’s name and a story I’d been carrying
long before I knew it belonged to me.
This is where I share the stories that surfaced —
not just through research or records,
but through intuition, dreams,
and a body that always seemed to know more than it was told.
This is reclamation work.
Not to fix the past —
but to meet it.
Name it.
And stop pretending it didn’t shape how I got here.
If you are walking a similar path, I do hope you’ll share it.
If you’re curious about this journey and want to know more. I’d suggest starting [HERE].
