Hi, I’m Katie.

I don’t write about answers—I write about the questions we whisper when the room is quiet.

What if I’m not who I used to be?
What if no one really sees me?
What if I’ve disappeared?

My life shifted after an epilepsy diagnosis in my late thirties. I turned to writing—not to be read, but to process, to grieve, to listen.

First with AI. Then with friends. Then with myself.

Now, I write to connect—with other women, mothers, humans—who are holding too much and wondering if it’s safe to set anything down.

If that’s you, welcome. You’re not alone.