Originally Published: Oct 14, 2025
I feel like a kid with a new toy. 🎉
When I finished writing my book, I was so exhausted I could barely spell my own name, let alone form a sentence. I struggled to write my acknowledgments for all the incredible folx who carried me through the last 18 months. My heart was overflowing, but every thank-you ended in “grateful.” True, yes—but even my thesaurus was tired of me. And then my brain injury tapped me on the shoulder to remind me: you’re still healing.
So I called my cousin. She’s a teacher—and she likes me—so that’s a win. I got the best lesson of my life. I adore a teacher who flips the bird to administration obsessed with job security instead of education, shuts the door, embraces technology, and gets to the real work: supporting the student. Of course I’m related to her. We’re both born rebels. That’s why we’re still breathing.
Then along comes ChatGPT—and holy smokes. Turns out I didn’t need to go to university after all. This is better than Wiki and it makes posters.
Here’s mine: my very own comic-book alter ego—A Warrior Fighting to End Child Sexual Violence.
Because when the storm finally learns to speak, the silence doesn’t stand a chance. ⚡️
I am a storm—angry, relentless, impossible to ignore.
Predators: you will not survive the light we bring.
I speak. I act. I demand justice. ⚡️