About Valarie

My Story

I didn’t plan to write a book.

I planned to survive.

For years, I carried a story I never meant to tell. It was too big, too painful, too full of things people didn’t want to hear. So I stayed quiet. I functioned. I mothered. I broke apart and stitched myself back together in private.

But silence doesn’t heal. It hides.

This memoir is the story I needed when I was drowning. It’s for the ones who were told to move on, be quiet, forgive, or forget. It’s for anyone still carrying pain that didn’t start with them but lives in them anyway.

I’m writing it now—not because I’m healed, but because I’m unfinished. And I think maybe you are too.