I didn’t write this book because I had all the answers.

I wrote it because I didn’t know how to keep burying the truth.

For years, I learned how to be quiet, how to perform the version of me that made other people comfortable.

I became the good daughter, the fixer, the peacemaker.

I didn’t know I was allowed to have boundaries.

I didn’t know softness could be a strength.

I didn’t know healing could be slow, messy, and still sacred.

But eventually, I started telling the truth.

And that’s when everything began to change.

I’m a mother.

A writer.

A woman unlearning everything she was taught about worth, love, and belonging.

I believe in the quiet power of showing up for yourself especially when it would be easier to disappear.

I believe in the kind of healing that doesn’t always look like healing.

The kind that happens in small, everyday choices.

The kind that doesn’t need to be loud to be real.

Girl Unlearned is a memoir, but it’s also a mirror.

It holds the stories I once felt ashamed to say out loud, the grief, the guilt, the anger, the softness, the joy I never thought I’d feel again.

I wrote it for the women like me:

The ones who’ve spent years putting everyone else first.

The ones still trying to feel safe in their own body.

The ones who know what it’s like to be the cycle-breaker in a family that doesn’t understand.

The ones who are still healing while raising children.

If you’re here, I hope you feel seen.

I hope you feel less alone.

And I hope you give yourself permission to keep going,

softly,

slowly,

honestly.

Thank you for being here.