Hope Architect

Real stories, real healing.

Welcome to hope.

Hey There!

I'm Kierin, a 32 year old self-proclaimed nerd, martial artist, dog dad, and a Director of at a boutique consulting firm, living on the Gold Coast.

But this blog isn't about any of that.

This is the story of a guy who spent most of his 20s in the depths of Complex PTSD, battling daily suicidal thoughts, dissociation, abandonment wounds, and a body that had become a storehouse for years of unprocessed pain. It's the story of what happened when he finally turned toward all of it instead of running.

Somewhere along the way, something shifted. The trauma stored in my body began to release. The thoughts that once haunted me fell quiet. And a new way of seeing the world opened up, not a view from inside a storm looking out, but one where the world exists within me. I am not within it.

This blog is part raw story, part practical guidance. It's for anyone who's in the thick of it and needs to know that the other side is real, and it's a lot sunnier than you'd think.

  • grief and the things left unsaid

    These past few weeks have been filled with the largest amount of pain I have ever experienced in my life. Burying my Mum and watching the grief that has washed across my family has been an absolute fucking tidal wave. I spent years preparing for these moments, working hard to know internally that the relationship…

  • thank you and goodbye Mum.

    TW: I speak of death in this story. Please stop reading here if that is uncomfortable for you, I won’t be offended. đź’ś Growing older brings you many things; the joys of watching your nephews and niece grow old, the sadness that comes with burying grandparents as it becomes their time to go back into…

  • Mother’s Day

    I didn’t choose to write this today, something literally compelled me to come to the keyboard and put what’s going through my mind into words. An energy inside of me knows that this will help someone whether they are at the start or the end of their journey, whereas something externally is guiding me to…

  • becoming secure

    A few years ago I wrote a story titled the love inside of you and in that story I go in detail about how I let go of a past partner that had, for a long time being a major pillar in my life. While at the end of writing that story I felt like…

  • the past year

    Finishing therapy almost two years ago was a wonderful but terrifying feeling, I had no idea what I was going to do for the hour that I would no longer be sitting in my therapist’s sun filled room. Quite a few people have asked me why I haven’t written in a while and I really…

  • the gifts of therapy

    Everything we come to know in life isn’t everything we think it is…the gentle breeze that flows from one tree to another, the hand that touches another’s as they walk down a tree covered park, the memory of a kiss in a stadium of cheers as the world sneaks away… leaving only the two of…