What if your trauma had roommates and they all shared a lease on your sanity?

Welcome to Black Medallion

A surreal memoir that blends lived experience with dark humor, internal monologues, and emotional sabotage. It’s a backstage pass to the psychological circus inside one woman's head, starring PTSD in silk robes, Depression in moth-eaten cardigans, and Anxiety with a juice box.

Cast of Characters

Arnesto – PTSD. Tips his hat, smells like emotional sabotage, and gaslights you at 2 in the morning.

Agnes – Depression. Smokes menthols, leaves cryptic Post-Its, smells like old books and wet wood.

Andreas – Anxiety. A tightly wound boy with an unlimited supply of juice boxes, construction paper, and Google access. Co-parented by the above.

Jess – The Narrator. Has Stockholm syndrome with her unlikely housemates, runs on espresso, and earns membership points at her nearest Psych ER.

This page begins with Chapter One.

It starts on a Saturday. There’s espresso. Arnesto. A Van Gogh ear reference. What could possibly go wrong?

Chapter One

This is Not a Breakdown

Coming soon…maybe? I have secrets to keep.

These chapters are currently out seeking the validation my parents never gave me, from publishers. I’ll keep you posted, especially if I get the holy trifecta: rejection, criticism, and guilt. But while you’re here, check out some of the characters.