Riven Hale

Raw Trauma Truths

Unfiltered stories on trauma, survival, and the cost of silence.

About Riven Hale

Riven Hale isn’t a persona.
It’s a name I earned.

I didn’t choose it because it sounded poetic. I chose it because it told the truth.

Why the Name Riven Hale

Riven means split, torn, fractured — not destroyed, but changed by force.
It describes what trauma actually does to a person. Not broken beyond repair. Not weak. Pulled apart by experiences that required survival instead of softness.

Hale means whole, intact, resilient — healthy in the way that matters.
Not untouched. Not pristine. Still standing. Still functional. Still here.

Put together, Riven Hale means this:

Fractured by what happened. Still alive. Still sovereign.

That’s the work.
That’s the name.

Who I Am

My legal name is Anthony Sellers.
Riven Hale is the voice that speaks when silence stops being an option.

I am a survivor of complex trauma.
That includes abuse, medical trauma, addiction, institutional harm, family systems that failed, and a nervous system that learned to stay on high alert because it had to.

I didn’t arrive here through aesthetics or affirmation quotes.
I arrived here through rage-based healing, lived experience, and years of doing the internal work most people avoid because it’s uncomfortable, loud, and messy.

I write from inside the fire — not above it.

What This Work Is

This space exists for people who are past awareness and deep into the aftermath.

This is not beginner trauma education.
This is not polite healing.
This is not motivational content designed to make other people comfortable.

This work is about:

Naming harm without minimizing it

Using anger as a protective, mobilizing force

Rebuilding self-trust after gaslighting

Understanding the nervous system, not shaming it

Telling the truth loudly enough that it lands in the body

Anger is not the problem here.
Unexpressed anger is.

What This Work Is Not

Let’s be clear.

This is not therapy.
This is not a replacement for professional care.
This is not a place to attack other survivors.
This is not a space for tone policing, spiritual bypassing, or forced forgiveness.

And it is not about staying angry forever.

Rage-based healing is a phase, not a destination.
Anger exists here long enough to do its job — restore agency, boundaries, and clarity — and then it integrates.

Why I Write the Way I Do

I swear because politeness never saved me.
I write bluntly because dissociation thrives in vagueness.
I speak in the first person because this work comes from lived experience, not theory.

If my words activate you, that doesn’t mean they’re wrong.
It usually means they hit something real.

I’m not here to fix you.
I’m here to remind you why your reactions make sense.

What You’ll Find Here

Long-form writing rooted in survival and truth

Rage that’s aimed, not sprayed

Language for experiences people were told to stay quiet about

Work that prioritizes clarity over comfort

If you’re looking for peace without honesty, this isn’t it.
If you’re looking for someone to tell you to calm down, keep scrolling.

If you’re ready to stop swallowing your truth to keep others comfortable —

You’re in the right place.

Fuck ’em.

Raw Truths, No Bullshit

Riven Hale writes from the gut—unfiltered stories about trauma, survival, and the cost of silence.

A close-up of a weathered journal with handwritten notes and a black pen resting on it.
A close-up of a weathered journal with handwritten notes and a black pen resting on it.
Finally, someone who gets it.

J. M.

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Raw Truth

Snapshots from the unfiltered journey through trauma.

A person standing in a quiet room at night, light from a single window casting long shadows.
A person standing in a quiet room at night, light from a single window casting long shadows.
A family portrait where everyone is sharply lit except one figure slightly pushed into shadow
A family portrait where everyone is sharply lit except one figure slightly pushed into shadow
A solitary figure sitting on the edge of a bed at 3 a.m.
A solitary figure sitting on the edge of a bed at 3 a.m.
A person wrapped in an oversized hoodie, sitting alone in a public space
A person wrapped in an oversized hoodie, sitting alone in a public space
A person looking into a cracked mirror where their reflection is slightly misaligned or faded.
A person looking into a cracked mirror where their reflection is slightly misaligned or faded.
A person sitting on a hospital bed fully clothed, IV stand nearby but not connected
A person sitting on a hospital bed fully clothed, IV stand nearby but not connected

No Bullshit Truth

Raw stories and insights, zero sugarcoating