Hi!

I’m Lauren.

I started a blog site over a decade ago. There I shared blogs, song lyrics, and poetry. It was this brilliant tool I utilized to heal. My poetry tends to be on the darker side, but that’s where my brain is most of the time. I struggle to voice my needs.

With writing? I can finally execute my racing thoughts with precision and clarity.

It’s my safest space, and as one will come to learn, I don’t have too many of those in my life.

Therapy, for me, was one bad experience after another. I gave up on it more times than I could count, but that’s mainly in part to having terrible therapists. It wasn’t until I was over thirty years old that I found a woman who showed me what true therapy can do. I get caught up in diagnoses, because they’re easier to cling to than the actual trauma.

Every label has been thrown my way: Bipolar 2, ADHD, Body Dysmorphia, BPD, MDD… you get the drift.

The real one, though? The one that gripped me at my core?

Complex Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder.

That one is a beast, and perhaps the only common ground any and all medical professionals land on. It causes blackouts (mid-conversation), avoidance, my infamous hypervigilance, lack of emotional regulation, negative (horrific, really) self-perception, and the ding ding ding to the biggest component: an inability to maintain relationships (in my case, nearly all of my friendships).

Sounds like a lot, right? It is. It’s even more just to process.

I hold so much gratitude for the gift of writing that I was given.

My escape, my freedom, and my control.

My life is scary, but it’s also amazing and filled with optimism. People I come across are generally confused. She’s happy? She’s smiling? How?

I choose it.

It’s as straightforward as that. I wake up, even when I’m struggling at my worst, and choose to keep it moving. I’ve broken that choice, twice. Thank God that I still managed to get the opportunity to wake up another day, with another opportunity to choose… differently.

Today, I’m happily married to an incredibly supportive partner. I have two young boys, with hope for more. I’m living proof that the absolute worst can happen to you, but it can and will get better. You will be better. It takes work, but it’s worth it.

I hope you’re able to join me in my writing, and that it can reassure you (no matter what part of the path you’re currently on) of a happier ending.

My debut memoir, Six Twenty-Eight: Perfect Prey for a Predator, part one of a two-part work, will be released June 30, 2026.

I’m glad you found me, and that you’re here.

Cheers,