About Me

Through writing, I’m confronting the unspoken grief I never named, the generational trauma I inherited, and the guilt I still carry. I’m unlearning patterns I never chose, and I am still learning not to pass them on.

This isn’t just a story about loss. It’s about emotional healing, the kind that comes too late, and the kind that still comes in time.

And maybe you’ve felt that too. Maybe you’re navigating life after a parent’s absence, whether they slowly faded into their own pain, or were never fully there to begin with. Maybe you’re grieving someone who’s still alive or trying to build something new with someone who was never able to give you what you needed.

Maybe the hardest part isn’t the loss, but the longing for what once was, or what should have been.

For me, reconnecting with my mom wasn’t about fixing something broken, it was about building something new from something that was never there. Her absence shaped me in quiet, complicated ways.

But with my dad, it was different. He had been present, loving, steady, until he wasn’t. Losing the version of him I once trusted felt like betrayal, not just change. And that kind of grief is hard to name when the person is still alive.

I’m not a therapist. I’m not an expert. I’m just someone who has lived through emotionally unavailable parents, ADHD burnout, and the slow, imperfect work of breaking generational cycles.

What You’ll Find Here

This space is for people who are trying to make sense of the silence they grew up with, the grief they were never taught to name, and the healing that doesn’t look like what they imagined.

Here on Becoming the Break, I write about:

• Grieving someone who’s still alive
• Navigating complex relationships with parents
• Navigating ADHD burnout
• Breaking inherited patterns with honesty, not perfection.

These aren’t polished lessons, they’re pages from a life still in process. And maybe, if someone finds these words soon enough, it won’t be too late for them or the ones they love. And if reconnection isn’t possible, maybe healing still is.

When I’m Not Writing…

I’m probably avoiding life in a book, painting something I didn’t finish, or doing DIY projects I never actually planned for.

I dabble in a little bit of everything — the kind of person who gets hyper focused for six hours straight, then forgets why I walked into a room five minutes later.

So, whether you’re here for reflections, messy healing, or just to feel a little less alone in your chaos — welcome.

You’re not too much.

And you’re not the only one.