The Dragon Kenna is the voice for Between Trust and Trauma

Kenna is a fire dragon – Fierce and Wise. Kenna breathes truth into darkness and speaks for every survivor who was silenced, restrained, mislabeled or ignored.

Kenna’s fire is not destruction, it is illumination. The name is taken from the norse Rune Kenaz – the symbol of which is illumination, clarity and warmth in deep darkness.

I wrote a manifesto for myself when I was deep in despair. This is that, I hope it resonates.

Between Trust, Trauma and Fire

I am the One they underestimated. The patient they mislabeled, the voice they tried to drown – I am the one who lived.
My story is not neat. It burns like whiskey and fire. It doesn’t fit their diagnostic codes or billing templates. Because – I – do NOT exist for their comfort.
In am not the case note. I am the consequence. I am what happens when silence ends. Silence Has Ended!
They called me unstable – but I was only responding to the tremors they caused. They called me difficult – but I have always been the storm that clears the air.
I stood naked in their flourescent-lit rooms while they discussed my fate without me. I was assaulted by them in the name of “healing”; and now? I write my own treatment plan:
Accountability
Transparency
Revolution
I walk proudly, where the edges are – where systems crack and people fall through; sometimes I walk tall and proud, other times – I crawl on my hands and knees. You can find me on those edges, out where harm and healing both exist. I don’t run from the broken parts. I gather them. I name them. I burn what no longer serves.
I am a trauma survivor. But more than that I am a trauma translator. I take the language of harm and turn it into resistance; I take the language of care and turn it into wholeness.
I cannot be exiled from my own truth. I will not be gaslit into forgetting the fire. I remember, I document, I rise.
And, I carry with me every soul who was ever silenced, restrained, misdiagnosed, mislabeled or ignored. I carry the weight of our collective rage and grief and I wield it like a sword.
I am not here to please you. I am here to transform.
And, I will be all of me. Healer, Witness, Witch, Agitator, Advocate. Anarchist. Survivor.
And Yes, in the sacred, smoke filled dark, I will kneel – but only for the one who knows the difference between domination and devotion. Only for the one who can hold my rage and worship my surrender with reverence not control.
Because I am untamed and ungovernable. But I am ready, and I Remember Who The Fuck I Am!