Wild & Rooted

December 16, 2025

Without Apology

I deserve the world. I am not too much— not too loud, not too demanding, not too opinionated. I think with my heart. I live in color. I want to be free. I want to use my voice. I exist— without apology, without shrinking, without asking permission. I am not too much.
December 16, 2025

Watching a Narcissist Spiral (author’s post)

I talked to my first attorney today. It was not the relief I thought I’d feel. In fact, afterward, I started feeling physically ill. Like sore throat, body aches, the whole nine. I was fine before the phone call, but my entire body just gave in afterward. I have moments where I ask myself if…
December 12, 2025

You thought you could Dim me- a poem

First of all, I have never written poetry. Never. Last night as I was drifting off to sleep o started saying these lines and I knew I’d have to sit up and write them down before full falling asleep otherwise they’d be gone forever. this morning I woke and finished the last stanza. You Thought…
December 10, 2025

Tonight almost broke me (author’s post)

Tonight I almost said flat out I want a divorce. It wasn’t some earth shattering fight. I was just blamed, gaslit, belittled and talked down to all in one swoop. I gray-rocked and I hid my emotions but I almost fell apart. I almost burst into tears because I cannot take it anymore. I cannot…
December 8, 2025

The Crazy Parts of Healing

I have been gray-rocking the shit out of my future ex-husband. For those of you who are not well-versed in the narcissistic world (1. I’m fucking envious), that means you give them nothing every time they try to pick a fight or manipulate you or hurt you in some way. You basically provide the dullest,…
December 6, 2025

I deserve a life that doesn’t hurt (author’s post)

I have been using ChatGPT a lot to plan my future. Finances, finding attorneys, creating scripts for bad situations my husband puts myself or kids in. Even analyzing text messages or what he says or does to ground me in reality. It’s been insanely helpful. This morning I almost felt guilty for all this planning.…
December 3, 2025

Life is funny sometimes (author post)

I climbed on my Peloton treadmill tonight (yes, I know that’s the whitest mom shit I’ve ever said but it’s who I am. I own that). My name on there is Fittestbyforty. I turn 38 in January… I giggled to myself because now my goal is #divorcedbyforty. I guess the goals could be one in…
December 2, 2025

An author side note- truly feeling alive

I truly am starting to come back to myself. This morning I took a selfie and posted it on social media because I felt fucking beautiful. I don’t remember the last time I felt that way. I feel softer, lighter, more myself than I have in almost a decade. Im getting my color back y’all…
December 2, 2025

Episode 3- From gray to vivid color

The next few days passed in that dull, soft-gray way life sometimes does — packed lunches, the same four dinner options, endless laundry cycles like waves smoothing down whatever edges she had left. Sydney felt herself moving through rooms instead of living in them. Little things had started catching in her chest. Her husband leaving…
December 1, 2025

Episode 2- The Day They Pretended Not to Fall

The art museum had smelled faintly of old wood and lemon polish that day — quiet enough that their footsteps echoed, loud enough that their laughter felt like rebellion. Sydney remembered walking beside Ryan, shoulder brushing shoulder, both trying to look sophisticated and failing miserably every time they passed something bizarre. Ryan had stood in…