They called me crazy.
They tackled me in an airport.
They dragged me naked from my shower and caged me for walking down the street.
They tried to disappear me—like they do to 600,000 women a year in America.
This is not a memoir.
This is a lorebook for the erased.
This is the story of a woman who refused to die quietly—and the system that tried to bury her.
The wolves kept watch.
The ancestors sent fire.
The patriarchy lost.
Tree of Wampus is a war cry for the silenced, a manual for the survivors, and a promise to the women they locked up, drugged, and called insane.
The revolution starts here.