Not because it’s bad (it’s not), or because I’m not proud (oh trust me, I’m bursting with pride—like, “crying in the shower and whispering ‘we did it’” levels of proud). But because it’s personal. Raw. Like-heart-on-the-table-next-to-your-coffee-cup personal.
I didn’t write it for accolades. I didn’t write it to go viral.
I wrote it for me.
And for my inner child—who’s been tugging at my sleeve for years, asking softly, “Can we finally talk about it?”
So we did. Together, we turned silence into poems. Pain into petals. Trauma into tender truth.
And that’s exactly why I’ve been whispering about it instead of screaming it from the mountaintops—even though every cell in my body wants to scream it. Loud. Echo-y. With a fist to the sky.
But then that old ghost inside me asks: “Are you even allowed to take up space?”(And my body whispers “no,” but my spirit is learning to say “hell yes.”)
I know—deep down, beneath the fear and the people-pleasing—that this book might resonate with someone. Maybe with you. Because the truth is: I’m not alone in this. And neither are you.
But still... I’ve been gatekeeping my own book.
Why? Because I’m scared.
Scared of being seen. Scared of being misunderstood.
Scared of what my parents might think (spoiler alert: it talks about childhood emotional trauma).
Scared no one will read it.
Scared someone will.
I keep thinking I’ve outrun the trauma loop—and then BAM, life throws me another plot twist. But I’m done shrinking. I’m done whispering.
This book is my love letter to myself—and maybe to you too. It’s something I can hold when I feel like I’m falling apart. A reminder that healing isn’t linear. That taking up space is brave. That “looking fine” isn’t the same as being fine. And that just because someone can’t find the words doesn’t mean the pain isn’t real.
I’ve thought about starting a blog, a website, maybe even a YouTube channel. But then I get stuck. Because when I do things for others, I lose myself. And I’ve already deleted one blog this year for that exact reason.
I want to create from a place of joy, not exhaustion. Of authenticity, not obligation. Of me—messy, magical, and still learning.
So.
This is me doing something that absolutely terrifies me:
Sharing my book with you.
It feels like standing on a cliff’s edge, butterflies in my stomach throwing a rave, not knowing if I’ll fly or face-plant. But here’s the thing: I’m jumping anyway.
My book is called:
“Water Your Garden and Watch Your Mind Bloom” a collection of poems inspired by nature to remind you—you are enough, you are strong, and you are healing.(Yes, the title is a little extra. So am I 😅)
It’s independently published. Environmentally friendly (print-on-demand!).
Ships worldwide. Might take a little longer to arrive—but hey, good things are worth waiting for.
You can find it here:
Amazon (UK) [link]
Amazon (DE) [link]
Amazon (US) [link]
Barnes & Noble [link]
I’m not here to hustle you. I’m not here to sell a brand. I’m here to open a door.
If you think this book could help you—or someone you love—read it. Share it. Gift it. Let it be a starting point for a conversation we’ve all avoided for far too long.
Let’s stop being silent about childhood trauma, about mental health, about healing.
This book is my beginning. Maybe it can be yours, too.
Here are a few pictures of the book and some poems inside. Some are inspired by nature. Some by BTS. All of them are rooted in the hope that we can grow something beautiful from the mess.
And if you do decide to support me—thank you.
But more than anything, I hope you do it for you 💕
It’s been less then two months of Ned Stark’s execution. Arya has been held by the Lannisters in King’s Landing when she’s forced to a marriage she could have never antecipated. Now, she’s wife to a mysterious guard of the Red Keep named Gendry and has to try to deal with what has become her life while dreaming of a way to escape it.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Timeless (TV 2016)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Garcia Flynn/Lucy Preston
Characters: Garcia Flynn, Lucy Preston
Additional Tags: Angst with a Happy Ending, Post-Rittenhouse, Christmas Isn't Canon, Mutual Pining, Marriage of Convenience, (Except the feelings- those are very inconvenient), Nightmares, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Traumatized Darlings, First Kiss, Sharing a Bed
Summary:
For a long moment, she considers inviting him to share a room-they’re married, for crying out loud, and this shouldn’t be as complicated as it is-but then he smiles at her sleepily, and says the guest room looks lovely.
So they aren’t, in any sense of the word, together.
Don't Go Into The Forest Unless You Know Your Way Out [Audreanna Wilkerson] on Amazon.com. *FREE* shipping on qualifying offers. Numb. I just feel numb. Before me stands the rusted wired fence that haunts my dreams. Behind it I can see the tree’s that make up the forest
I WROTE A BOOK/SHORT STORY/WHATEVER YOU WANNA CALL IT!!! The point is I finally published something! Yay!
If your a fan of mystery with a bit of a horror aspect to it you should come check it out! There’s a kindle version too for those of you who like online books (it’s a bit cheaper too).
Also, I would like to thank @dememod for supporting me through this book writing journey and drawing me my beautiful flaming tree.
Lastly, if you do give my story a shot feel free to message me and let me know your thoughts. Good or bad I’m interested in what people think of it.
I'm not flipping my shit because my name is on a list of writers being published. Nor am i flipping out because the book comes out MARCH 31ST. Neither of those things are happening.
