
I was seven years old when I realized monsters are real.
I’ve spent a lifetime hiding—until now.
This space is for those who’ve been hurt by systems, ignored by experts, and gas-lit by labels.
It’s for those who survived hell and still rise.
It’s for you.
Here, we don’t diagnose—we witness.
We don’t silence—we share.
We don’t theorize—we testify.
You don’t have to hold it alone anymore!
“When you walk through the fire, you will not be burned.” — Isaiah 43:2
Welcome to Found in the Fire
You made it here—maybe with ashes still on your clothes, maybe with fire in your chest, maybe barely.
This is Found in the Fire—a place for the ones who survived what they never should’ve had to.
For the ones gaslit by experts, ghosted by God’s people, and still carrying pain that no chart, label, or theory ever made sense of.
Here, we name what hurt us. We say the hard things. We hold space for silence, sobs, and sacred rage.
You are welcome here—unfiltered, unfixable, and unbelievably loved.
Because the fire didn’t kill you.
It refined you.