The House That Broke Me
This is not just a book.
This is what silence sounds like when it finally speaks.
“The House That Broke Me” is a raw, unfiltered memoir written by someone who grew up in a house full of yelling, slamming doors, bruises, fear, and silence. It’s about a violent father, a heartbroken mother, a lost little brother, and the boy stuck in the middle—just trying to survive without becoming the man he hated.
This book was written by someone who never thought he’d live long enough to write it.
It’s dark. It’s emotional. It’s real.
And if you’ve ever:
• Been scared in your own home
• Felt like no one would believe you
• Lost yourself trying to protect others
• Carried pain you were never meant to hold
Then this book was written for you.
Inside these pages are:
• 14 brutally honest chapters
• Stories about childhood trauma, mental illness, suicidal thoughts, and emotional numbness
• The truth about what it means to grow up in a broken home—and try to walk away whole
• The kind of feelings most people are too scared to put into words
This isn’t a redemption arc.
It’s a survival story.
A confession.
A scream turned into sentences. If you’re reading this because you’re hurting—or because someone you love is—know this:
You’re not alone anymore.
You’re allowed to feel this.
And you’re allowed to heal.
Summary: “The House That Broke Me” is not fiction. It’s pain turned into pages. This is my story of growing up in a home filled with violence, silence, and fear — and the long fight to survive it without becoming the man who caused it. If you’ve ever been afraid in your own home… If you’ve ever felt like no one sees you… If you’ve ever wondered why the people who were supposed to protect you were the ones who hurt you — this book is for you. This isn’t a story. This was my life. And if you’re still here too, you’re not alone anymore.