The Anarchy of My Memories

People often ask why I care so deeply about abandoned animals.

The answer is simple.

I know what it feels like to be left behind.

Before I understood trauma, I understood survival.

Before I understood recovery, I understood hiding.

The gardens came later.

Then the dogs.

Then the slow and painful realization that healing does not always arrive through people.

Sometimes it arrives shaking in the rain, tied to a bench after a storm.

I’ve spent the last few years rebuilding a memoir called The Anarchy of My Memories — a story about survival, trauma, recovery, domestic violence, mental health systems, medical compromise, and the unexpected ways rescued animals, and systemic support helped keep me alive.

I recently created a fundraiser to help cover professional editing, publishing costs, and continued rescue advocacy efforts while I work toward independently publishing the memoir.

Thank you to everyone who has supported us, encouraged us, and stayed beside us through the difficult parts of this journey.

For most of my life, survival was something I did quietly.

What began as fragmented writing during periods of trauma, addiction, instability, and recovery has slowly evolved into a memoir about survival, mental health, domestic violence, healing, and the unexpected role rescued animals played in keeping me alive.

I am currently working toward independently publishing The Anarchy of My Memories in a way that is emotionally responsible, legally safe, and accessible to others who may feel unseen inside their own struggles.

This fundraiser will help cover:

• professional editing and formatting

• publishing expenses

• legal and sensitivity review

• and ongoing stability for myself and the animals who became part of this journey

More than anything, I hope this project becomes something useful — not only for me, but for others navigating trauma, recovery, grief, survival, and healing.

Sometimes healing arrives in unexpected forms.

For me, it arrived on four legs.