My History
I come from a long line of resilient Seminole ancestors who survived war, colonization, forced migration, and cultural erasure. I was raised in a world where strength was silent, pain was hidden, and survival was our language. As a Native woman, I’ve carried the burdens of generational trauma, systemic oppression, and spiritual disconnection—but I’ve also carried the medicine of my bloodline.
I was born into the Panther Clan, where our legacy is one of protection, healing, and leadership. Over time, I experienced the harsh realities of addiction, loss, and betrayal, but my roots reminded me who I was. My history is not one of defeat—it is a sacred timeline of becoming. It’s why I write. It’s why I fight. It’s why I heal. To preserve our ways. To remember who we are. And to restore what was never truly lost.
My Journey Begins Here
From the ashes of silence, I rise. From the roots of my ancestors, I speak. My journey begins not in comfort, but in calling. This is where I reclaim every piece of me they tried to erase. Every wound becomes a word, every scar becomes scripture. I am not just telling a story—I am remembering one. And through these sacred pages, I begin again.