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DON'T FORGET I WAS ONCE A FERAL POET
A Record of the Wreckage and the Wild Rise
This isn’t a memoir.
It’s a mixtape for the wounded.
A blog archive with blood on it.
A diary cracked open and stitched with spells.
For decades, Dantell Corfield wrote her story in fragments, hiding the hardest truths in metaphor and mayhem. This is the record of descent and defiance: drug use, broken marriages, breast implants, roadside wreckage, grief rituals, and the desperate search for belonging in bars, hospitals, cow fields, and red bean Mondays.
Now, a voice forged by survival returns to the scene.
Each raw entry sits beside a 2025 reflection from the woman who made it out, a nurse, trauma survivor, and future psychiatric nurse practitioner focused on psychedelic therapy. This is her ritual of reclamation: body, story, voice.
This book is the echo and the answer,
pages from the girl in the wreckage, answered by the woman who became a healer.
This is what healing actually looks like:
feral, funny, fucked up, and free.
Read the wreck. Trust the rise. Don’t look away.