About Sean Michaelson

I’m a husband, a father of two, a business owner, and a survivor of childhood abuse.

I’m also a writer, which is something I never imagined I’d be able to say.

School was incredibly difficult for me growing up. I struggled with reading, writing, and math. There were times when simply getting through the school day felt like an accomplishment. So the fact that I’m now writing stories, poetry, and song lyrics is something that still surprises me.

My childhood was complicated and painful. I experienced sexual, physical, and emotional abuse that affected how I saw myself for many years. I struggled with depression, shame, and feelings of worthlessness. I reached out for help more than once, but the systems that were supposed to protect and support me often fell short.

Eventually, I realized that if I wanted a different life, I was going to have to fight for it.

I sought help, even when it was difficult to find. I spent years in therapy, working through experiences I would have preferred to forget. It wasn’t a quick or easy process, and there were plenty of setbacks along the way.

One of the hardest things I had to learn was how to love myself. For much of my life, I didn’t believe I deserved the same kindness and compassion I so readily gave to others.

Learning to see myself differently changed my life. It allowed me to build healthy relationships, experience love, and eventually become the husband and father I had always hoped I could be.

Today, I run my own maintenance business, enjoy raising my children with my wife, and spend much of my free time writing. I love humor, meaningful conversations, music, and finding joy in the ordinary moments of life.

My writing reflects all of that. Some pieces come from painful memories, others from love, friendship, or the ridiculous things that make me laugh. I’ve discovered that writing allows me to express things I sometimes struggle to say aloud.

I’m still working on myself, and I suspect I always will be. I’ve spent decades learning to love myself, to accept who I am, and to come to terms with the things I’ve experienced and the mistakes I’ve made. Sometimes old feelings return, bringing back struggles I thought I’d left behind. But I’ve learned that having those feelings doesn’t mean I have to believe them anymore.

I’m proud of the life I’ve built and the person I’ve worked so hard to become. That doesn’t mean I’m proud of everything in my past, or that I’ve overcome every struggle. It means I recognize how far I’ve come, how hard I’ve fought to get here, and how much my life has changed.

Sean Michaelson