About The Book

Reminiscent of the book A Child Called It, this book began as my private attempt to understand the parts of my life that never made sense in the moment, the extreme abuse, the fractures, the shadows, the accusations that reshaped everything I thought I knew. What you will find here is not a dramatic retelling, but a quiet excavation. I wrote this memoir to reclaim a voice I lost along the way. 

If you have ever lived through something that left you questioning your own truth, I hope these pages offer a place where your experience feels seen. I chose to remain anonymous for now for my own mental health and wellbeing. 

This book is the most honest thing I have ever created. It is not loud, and it does not try to shock. Instead, it moves through memory the way memory actually works, in fragments, in echoes, in moments that return long after they should have faded. Writing it forced me to sit with parts of my past I spent years avoiding, and in doing so, I discovered a kind of clarity I did not expect. 

This memoir is not about blame or revenge. It is about survival, the cost of silence, and the slow, difficult work of reclaiming your own story. If it resonates with even one reader who has lived through their own quiet battles, then every page was worth writing.