I did not grow up with stability, I grew up with survival.
My childhood was shaped by movement between homes, schools, and versions of myself. Addiction, foster care, violence, and silence were part of my normal life long before I understood what any of it meant.
For years, I thought this was just how life worked.
This book is not written for sympathy, it is written in truth. These are the memories that shaped me. The chaos, the fear, and the resilience I did not know I was building.
I survived what should have broken me. This is where my story begins.