This is my story, the messy, beautiful and unfinished

Hi, I’m Adam – Pull up a seat

Where it began

Growing up, I always felt a little out of step with the world. School was hard in ways I couldn’t explain. Words didn’t behave for me the way they seemed to for everyone else. I spent years quietly struggling, convinced I just wasn’t smart enough — until I was in my twenties and finally learned I had dyslexia.

That diagnosis didn’t fix everything. But it gave me a word for something I’d carried silently for years. And slowly, that word became a door — not a wall.

Loss & learning to breathe

Losing my dad when I was a teenager cracked something open in me that took a long time to understand. Grief has a way of settling into you quietly, reshaping everything without you even noticing. For years I wasn’t sure how to rebuild. I’m honestly still working on it.

But somewhere in the middle of all that grief and growing, I learned to breathe again.

The dream that changed everything

During one of the hardest seasons of my life, I had a dream. I was standing beneath a grey, lifeless tree — cold, empty, heavy. And then, slowly, delicate pink flowers began to appear. One by one, then all at once, until every branch was covered in soft, vibrant bloom.

I woke up and something had shifted. That dream became my anchor. Under The Pink Tree is a reminder I return to every single day — that even in the deepest darkness, growth is still possible. Beauty still comes.

Where I am now

Right now I’m based in Australia, in my forties, and honestly — still working things out. I’m on a health journey, figuring out what I want my life to look like, and navigating what comes next. I don’t have a neat answer to any of it.

What I do have is this space. And a deep belief that writing it down matters — for me, and maybe for you too.

Why I write

I write for anyone who feels like they’re in the grey season — struggling with something they can’t quite name, or carrying something they haven’t told anyone. I write for the person who needs to know that someone else is in it too. Not ahead of you. Right alongside you.

There is a light coming. I genuinely believe that. And this blog is me holding that light up — even on the days when it flickers.

So pull up a seat, take a slow breath, and know that you are not alone. 🌸 Adam