Welcome to Hempy Heals

This is what it looks like when you’ve had enough and start healing out loud.

Let’s get one thing straight: I didn’t build this blog to be cute. I built it because I’ve lived through hell — and I’m still here.

This isn’t some polished “wellness journey” full of aesthetic smoothies and bubble baths. This is recovery with dirt under its nails. This is for the people who survived things they still can’t talk about. The ones who hold it together by a thread but still show up. The ones who didn’t get saved — so they became their own savior.

Hempy Heals is a space where you get to feel it all. Rage. Grief. Relief. Peace. Confusion. That weird mix of hope and heartbreak that no one warns you about when you finally start choosing yourself.

What You’ll Find Here:

Real talk about healing, addiction, dysfunction, and breaking generational curses
Stories I couldn’t say out loud until now
Reflections from someone who knows what it’s like to rebuild from rock bottom
Recovery tools I’ve used in real life — not in theory
Journaling prompts, grounding techniques, and emotional sledgehammers

What You Won’t Find:

Toxic positivity
Shame
Labels
Easy answers
Me pretending I have it all figured out

I’m not here to sell you a fantasy. I’m here to remind you that your story still matters — even if it’s messy. Especially if it’s messy.

This is my home on the internet. It’s built from pain, patched up with truth, and held together by the kind of stubborn hope only survivors understand.

If that speaks to something in you — welcome.
If not, that’s fine too. This place wasn’t built to please.