Adding an 's' to Book :)

Why does the Book tab now read Books?

I’m going to be really honest as I type here. I am holding a hefty, heavy, both-and in this moment…

My eyes and heart are filled with tears of joy, getting to share with you that I’ve written another book.

and also…

My body—the depths of my soul—are fatigued right now. I hit a wall of overwhelm last month that I’ve been slowly thawing from, holding the complexities of chronic illness and neurodiversity that make daily life and navigating stress uniquely delicate.

I wonder though if writing from a raw place is actually the best way to honor introducing this next book to you, precisely because this book is incredibly raw, tender, wild, and dare I say, absolutely beautiful.

So, here we go…

More than anything else I’ve ever created in my entire life (big statements here, I know!!), the words in this book fell out of me. This is not a book I tried to write. This is not a book I planned to write. This is not a book I knew I was writing. This is a book that made her way out of my body, onto pages across personal journals (see below!), a book that I genuinely didn’t realize I was writing until I was months into writing her.

She was unexpected, scary, freeing, and soothing to write.

Writing her also connected me to depths of trauma, darkness, and grief that I’ve been carrying for over a decade, and while this was incredibly healing, it was also incredibly heavy.

So, why write this book? And, before I get too far ahead of myself, what’s the book even about?

For today, I’ll share two brief things…

The book is called When Wounding Strikes the Soul: A Gentle Journey Toward Embodiment and Wholeness after Spiritual Trauma. In and through a unique format (more soon!), I explore many of the both-ands, messiness, grief, confusion, and pain that can feel impossibly invasive and inescapable after experiencing wounding that we never asked for, but are still left to live with, on the other side of spiritual trauma and harm. No prescriptions, no answers, and no agendas—other than a longing to offer a safe space for others to feel witnessed and held in pain and grief that can feel crushing to the very substance of our souls.

That last sentence gets to the question, why dare write about something so heavy? Since I didn’t start writing this book intentionally, the better question is, why I did I craft spontaneous writing into pages that I could share with you, bound together in a book?

Speaking from my body—the depths where trauma lives—alongside my therapist brain, I wove this writing together for one main purpose: I know how incredibly painful and lonely it is to try and navigate life after experiencing spiritual trauma and harm that I never asked for, that I never wanted to have as part of my story.

And if these pages can help even just one person who resonates with this kind of gut-wrenching grief and loneliness to know that they are not alone—to offer another a sense of witnessing the sacredness of this kind of pain—then creating this book will have been worth it.

More soon :)

For now, enjoy this picture that gives you a window into where this writing came from. I took this November 2025, when I started to compile writing across personal journals into googledocs to play with what this project might become :) And while it looks like these journals span years, believe it or not, I was only pulling writing that I started to play with in March 2025…! That’s when words started falling out of me that became this next book. For most of 2025, I was grabbing the nearest journal to write down what was stirring up and out of me each day/week. Excited to share more in the coming months!