"The Running hadn't just begun-it had become my oxygen" Clad in heavy armor of defiance. She hid her bruises and her secrets like her life depended on it, constantly stepping out of bounds just to prove that nobody could hold her back. But you can only outrun your own gravity before the road finally ends.
Oklahoma native, I'm a recovery writer. I write not only to share my own transformation, but to empower others to break free and write their own stories. My memoir captures the gritty reality of my own past alongside the quiet, beautiful victories of my present. Now living a proud, sober life.
