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A Memoir of Survival, Solitude, and Self-Resurrection
I died in more rooms than I lived in.
In bedrooms where silence was louder than screams. In foster homes where my name was temporary. On streets that knew my footsteps better than any family ever did. I lost a child. I lost my health. What I never lost, what no one could steal, was the quiet part of me that kept standing.
The Rooms I Died In is a haunting, lyrical memoir of a girl born into generational trauma who refused to stay buried in it. From abuse and abandonment to academic triumph and rebuilding a life in solitude, this is not a story of being saved. It’s the story of saving yourself, one broken room at a time.
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