For most of my life, I didn’t feel like I belonged; not in my home, my body, or my story. I grew up in a place where survival took priority over self-expression. Money was tight. Grief was normal. And love, when it showed up, often had strings attached.
I was tired of repeating the same patterns, they were messy, loud and destructive. I needed to understand why and what the lesson in it was, where is this directing me and how do trust my own judgement.

So, I started journaling.

At first, it was just scribbled thoughts but it quickly became more than that. I was no longer just venting, I was connecting dots, rewriting patterns, and finding safety in my own presence. It wasn’t instant, but it was honest. And it changed everything for me.
Still, scraps of paper and random notebooks weren’t enough. I wanted one safe place i could organize my thoughts.

That’s when Three Six Five Journals was born.