Rooted in Ash

Hi, I’m Ash.

This space began as a whisper — the kind that comes when everything you thought was solid falls apart. I’ve lived through betrayal, grief, silence, and survival. Rooted in Ash is my way of honoring the wreckage while building something new from the ground up.

I write about the quiet devastations and the small resurrections. About relationships that broke me and the ones that are slowly, maybe, helping me piece myself together. I’m a mother, a survivor, a writer, and someone still figuring things out. I use this space to reflect, to rage, to remember — and sometimes to laugh, even when I don’t feel like it.

You won’t find perfection here. What you will find is truth — raw, messy, complicated truth. If you’ve ever felt like you were drowning in the aftermath, or like your pain was invisible to everyone else… you’re not alone.

Welcome to the fire. And to the roots that still grow beneath it.