About Dark Fantasy & Magic

Quiet power shapes this space.

Before I was a writer, my life followed reliable paths. I studied finance and accounting. I worked in an IT company that was developing and testing accounting software. Structure, precision, and logic shaped my days. From the outside, everything appeared stable and sensible. However, survival alone was never enough to hold me there.

Inside, something was quietly collapsing.

When an unexpected rupture forced me to step away from that life, I did not move toward art with intention or ambition. I moved toward it because I needed air. Photography became the first place where I could slow down enough to breathe again. Through light and shadow, I learned to stay present. Images gave form to emotions I did not yet know how to name.

That period reshaped me. I left what was expected. I rebuilt myself through creation. Over time, photography became both a refuge and a livelihood, and later, a way to help others discover their own creative direction. What I did not understand at the time was that I was learning something deeper: creation can be a form of healing, and guidance can be quiet.

Life does not fracture only once.

After another turning point, I chose a path rooted in care and presence. I enrolled in nursing because I wanted to be useful where people were most vulnerable. During my second year, something became impossible to ignore. The people I met did not need only procedures, measurements, or hands that knew what to do. They needed to be seen. They needed someone who could stay with what could not be fixed.

That realization led me to psychology. I did not leave nursing behind. I expanded the question. Volunteering as a nurse made this clearer: care without understanding the inner world felt incomplete. Psychology was not an academic interest. It was a continuation of the same impulse, to remain present with suffering without turning away.

Later, my own body drew a hard boundary. I lost the ability to use my right hand for a period of time. The work I had trained for was no longer possible in the way I had imagined. What remained was what had always sustained me: attention, listening, pattern, meaning. I leaned into psychology not as a fallback, but as a way forward that still resonated with who I had become.

Learning to Stay

It was during my own therapy that writing entered my life.

My therapist encouraged me to use writing as a tool, something to help me move forward when words spoken aloud were not enough. Writing directly about my experiences felt impossible. Too exposed. Too raw. So instead, I built a world.

The Threads of the Triad series was born not from escapism, but from necessity. Fantasy gave me distance without avoidance. Through myth, I could explore memory, restraint, healing, and choice without turning my life into confession. What emerged were stories shaped by quiet power: not conquest, but presence; not punishment, but understanding; not salvation through violence, but the work of remaining.

These books exist because they helped me survive.

What Lives Here Now

This website holds all the threads of that journey. The novels. The personal notes. The reflections written slowly and with care. Nothing here offers quick answers or dramatic transformation. What you will find instead are stories and thoughts shaped by lived experience, by learning to stay, to listen inward, and to choose gentleness in a world that often rewards urgency.

I write under the name JazzySegfault for readers drawn to emotionally grounded fantasy, to creative work born from healing, and to stories where meaning unfolds quietly over time.

This is not about saving the world.

It is about learning how to live in it.

JazzySegfault

*If you resonate with this approach to storytelling and healing, you might find the books helpful, but you’re already welcome here.