04/16/2026
I wrote my story for many reasons, but today I’m highlighting my partner, husband and wingman — Andrew.
Who knew when we met eight years ago that we would walk this path together? When Andrew first heard where I had come from he said, ‘you should write your story.’ I don’t think either of us imagined I would end up writing a book about my trauma bond to prophecy and reclaiming my voice. But that’s the way life goes, isn’t it? The creative process unfolds. What we begin with changes, grows and evolves, and sometimes it’s right underneath our own pen.
I handwrote my story before I ever typed it. It became healing. Grieving what should have been given space years ago. Gathering the threads that once felt scattered into something whole.
Andrew has been a big part of how I wrote. Through his support — the many cups of tea, making space, standing with me as I contacted TSPA, being my plus one as I ventured to my first writers conference in Vancouver last June, and always encouraging me to keep writing regardless of the hour. Even though much of this felt new, even unfamiliar at times, his support was always steady.
In my first marriage I promised to love, honour and obey, and that didn’t turn out so well.
When Andrew and I married, we chose to write our own vows. In them were these words:
“I promise to nurture your dreams, because through them your soul shines. I promise to encourage ALL that makes you unique and wonderful...”
I can honestly say he has lived those words.
Thank you, handsome.
PS. This photo was taken as Andrew watched me walk down the path toward him on our wedding day just over 3 years ago.
Here’s to dreams….Istikhara (is-tick-ARE-uh)
