✨ Welcome to My Space: Imperfect, Honest, and Mine

✨ Welcome to My Space (lol not that MySpace): Imperfect, Honest, and Mine

Originally written in 2016 – Updated in 2025

I wrote this nearly a decade ago!
Back then, I struggled with confidence in my writing—partly due to dyslexia and partly due to fear of being misunderstood. Today, thanks to Grammarly, talk-to-text, and sometimes a little help from ChatGPT, I feel more empowered to revisit and share the pieces I once tucked away.

I’ve made some edits for clarity, but I wanted to leave the heart of this post intact. I hope to continue updating old works like this—because we don’t throw away our past, we honor it as part of our growth. 💛

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Hi. I’m Tashena.

I’m many things:
A mom. A leader. A volunteer. A daughter. A sister. A proud Auntie.
I’m neurodivergent (dyslexic, ADHD, autistic). I’m a spiritual person rooted in Indigenous values. I’m mostly an optimist… but I’ve had my fair share of heavy days.

I’ve tried to blog before. Many times, actually. But each time, I’d get in my head and convince myself no one would care what I had to say. I’d reread my words, doubt their worth, and toss them out the window.

But this time? I’m doing it differently.

This time, I’m writing for me.

Whether this blog reaches hundreds of people or just one—or whether it’s only ever read by me and my children someday as a reflection of who I was and what we lived through—I will be content. My words matter because I matter.

And if you’re reading this? I’m truly honored that you’re here.

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A Quick Note About My Writing Style

You’ll probably notice I don’t write like a “typical” blogger. I have dyslexia, and while I’ve come a long way in learning to love my brain and its unique strengths, that also means my writing may have:

• the occasional spelling mistake,
• a rogue capital letter,
• an oddly placed period,
• or a run-on sentence that somehow makes perfect sense in my head.

And you know what? That’s okay.
This space is about truth, not perfection.

So, if you come across a sentence that reads a little differently—smile and know that it came from someone doing her best, showing up with love, and daring to be visible even when it’s hard.

This is me, showing up imperfectly but authentically.

Wela’lioq na teliula’lin,
—Tashena