I used to write under a name called Laced by Stigma.

It was born from survival — from pain, from the judgment I lived under — and it was named after the (not so) little black cat who rescued me right back. Her name is Lacey. She’s still here. And so am I.

But that blog? I lost it. Not just access — I lost the version of me that wrote it.

This… is the new version.

Not better. Not fixed. Just here. Still standing. Still needing a place to put it all down.

This blog is called Here, Hold My Paw.

Because sometimes that’s all we need.

Not a solution. Not a saviour. Just something soft to hold while we’re in the middle of the storm.

This space will hold my stories — some from the past, some from the present.

Some will be about trauma. Some will be about prawns. Some might be both.

There will be real talk. There will be rage. There may be excessive raspberry consumption and questionable language.

But above all, there will be truth. Mine.

And I’m not shrinking anymore — but maybe my waist will.