Sarah J.H writes from a place most people never talk about. She knows the weight of nights spent holding your breath, the ache of carrying secrets too heavy for a child, and the hollow feeling of pretending to be “fine.” Her childhood wasn’t safe. She learned early how to disappear in plain sight, how to survive by shrinking herself. And even as the years passed, those old patterns followed her. Fear. Shame. Silence. They lived in her long before she found words for them. Tiny Scars, Big Lessons is the moment she stopped hiding. In these pages, she writes letters she once thought would stay locked inside—letters to her father, her mother, her younger self. She speaks about how the body remembers what the mind cannot. She admits survival kept her alive but never let her feel safe. And she shows what it looked like, step by step, to move toward healing—not neat, not polished, but real. Her writing isn’t about perfection. It’s about truth. Raw, uneven, human truth. She offers her story not as an ending, but as a beginning—for herself, and for anyone who knows what it feels like to carry scars that never seem to fade. Her words remind us that while trauma can shape us, it does not get the last word.