I was a woman with no foundation, no support, and no roadmap. I didn't make these journals because I wanted a business. I made them because I was dying for a system. I needed a way to audit my pain, restructure my identity, and remember the woman I was before the world broke her. 🏛️

Why I Built the Archive They say "home" is a sanctuary, but for me, it was a battlefield. ⚖️ I grew up in the shadow of a mother who didn't just withhold love—she harbored a deep-seated resentment toward my existence. My father was a ghost, a man who was never there when I needed him, and when he finally appeared in my teenage years, he brought the chaos of addiction with him. I didn't just watch the news; I watched my own brother get swallowed by the same cycle of drugs. I was surrounded by people, yet I had nobody to talk to. When I sought refuge, my family disowned me over the actions of another, leaving me isolated and vulnerable. 🕯️ That isolation led me into a decade of "survival-mode" relationships. I endured the full spectrum of abuse—physical, mental, emotional, and financial. The trauma was so pervasive that even my children, mirroring the only world they knew, began to abuse me when they were young. I was a woman with no foundation, no support, and no roadmap. I didn't make these journals because I wanted a business. I made them because I was dying for a system. I needed a way to audit my pain, restructure my identity, and remember the woman I was before the world broke her. 🏛️ I know the struggle because I lived every chapter of it. I am not just the author of the Rise & Remember Archive—I am its first graduate. I built these manuals so you don't have to navigate the darkness alone. I provide the blueprints. You provide the execution. It’s time to clock in.