When your life starts with hunger, silence, and shame… peace doesn’t feel like a gift. It feels like a setup.
Excerpt:
The house broke early.
One day my mom was my whole world… and the next, she told me to leave. Not for a weekend. To go live with my father.
I was a child. And I left. Not because I wanted to, but because I wasn’t given a choice.
After that came the kind of poverty that teaches you how to be quiet when you’re hungry. Because asking didn’t change anything. And neither did crying.
Then came the abuse. The kind you don’t talk about because you don’t have the words for it yet. The kind that makes you question your worth before you even know who you are.
So I turned to what was available: Drugs. Street life. Anything that made the noise stop.
I didn’t expect to survive. And when I did—I didn’t know how to live without looking over my shoulder.
That’s what Split Down the Middle is about.
Not just what I’ve been through. But what it takes to unlearn survival and finally choose peace.
If you’ve ever felt like healing came too late— Or like you weren’t built for love—