🦋 The Birth of Trauma Transformer

Turning trauma into truth, with glitter, grit, and grace.
⚠️ Warning: contains trauma, transformation, and occasional fuckery.

🌑 Where It All Began

They say what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger — I say it makes you weird, wise, and occasionally hilarious.

Trauma Transformer was born somewhere between heartbreak, hospital rooms, and hysterical laughter. It wasn’t a “project” — it was a survival mechanism. Every time life knocked me down, I started sketching, writing, or finding ways to turn pain into something I could hold, understand, or at least laugh at.

⚡ The Spark of Transformation

There were days my body gave out before my spirit did. There were moments I questioned whether survival was worth it. But somewhere in that darkness, a new energy appeared — part superhero, part spiritual misfit — who refused to stay broken.

That’s how The Trauma Transformer was born.
She’s me. She’s you. She’s every soul who’s had to rebuild from rubble.

She doesn’t wear a cape — she wears scars, humour, and a healing heart.
She turns triggers into truth bombs and breakdowns into breakthroughs.

🌿 What This Space Is

This space — Being Connected — is where I’ll share the Trauma Transformer universe.
It’s not pretty. It’s not polished.
But it’s real, it’s raw, and it’s mine.

Every drawing, poem, and piece of dark comedy here was created from deep-rooted trauma:
themes of domestic violence, sexual assault, and childhood sexual abuse.

I don’t share these for shock value — I share them for connection.
For anyone who’s ever felt too broken, too much, or too misunderstood to belong anywhere.

✨ The Truth Beneath the Glitter

Transformation isn’t about pretending it didn’t happen.
It’s about alchemising it — turning the mess into meaning, the pain into purpose, and the tears into art, laughter, and light.

So welcome to my world.
Grab your glitter, ground yourself, and if things get heavy — remember:
it’s okay to pause, breathe, and just Bee.

🐝 JustBee
Trauma Transformer: Because sometimes the only way out is through… with a bit of sparkle.