About
“This isn’t a platform. It’s a remembering.”
You didn’t land here by accident.
You found The Tome because something in you was already unraveling, already aching, already remembering.
Something in you wants to read stories that aren’t just stories, but rituals stitched into sentences.
This space isn’t built for virality.
It’s built for resonance—for those who’ve walked through collapse, spiritual dismemberment, shame, silence, and came out the other side still glowing.
Still trembling.
Still… here.
What lives in this space:
Memories that refused to stay buried
Erotic truths too strange for academia
Trauma held in mythic metaphor
Reclamation of the nervous system through narrative
Language carved from almost breaking—but choosing instead to write
Why I write:
Because I’ve survived things that had no words.
Because some parts of me only came home when I stopped asking to be fixed and started listening for what wanted to speak.
Because I know what it’s like to hold arousal, grief, shame, and divinity all in one body and not know where to place them.
And because someone else out there is still trying to decide if they’re broken.
This space exists to whisper:
You’re not broken. You’re just remembering.
Why subscribe?
Not to follow me.
But to follow what pulses in you when you read something true.
You’ll get essays. Reflections. Ritual fragments.
You’ll receive transmissions from the body, the myth, and the edge.
No fluff. No filler. Just presence.
If you ever want to speak back, I’m listening: author@mythicmind.life
Welcome to the myth.
Welcome to the Tome.
— The Author
