Dear Reader,

I don’t believe in secrets—only well-timed revelations.
I’ve never been afraid of the truth—and became wise enough to wait until I could tell it from a place of power, not pain. I’ve always owned much of my life—who I am, how I’ve loved, the mistakes I’ve made, the regrets I’ve carried, and the heartbreaks I’ve endured. And yes, the wins too—the quiet ones, the loud ones, the ones no one saw coming but me.

This space is where I gather all of it. Not to explain, not to apologize—but to place it in the light, on my terms, in my words.

This is a no-pressure project. I’ll show up when I want to, not out of obligation.
I’ve spent years writing into the pages of my journals—documenting, reflecting, surviving.
Now, I’m sharing some of that here. And this is just one of the projects I have coming your way.
This isn’t about closure. It’s about expansion.

This isn’t a space for those ready to judge.
It’s for those ready to listen—to the words that healed me, the truths I carried, and the voice I reclaimed.
Because survival can be scandalous—and power, when reclaimed with intention, doesn’t need permission to exist.

Welcome to the diaries.

Xo,
Paul