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Truth First

⚠️ TRUTH FIRST This is your warning label. Your crossroads. Because this is not a pastel safe space. This isn’t a spa. This isn’t self-care Sunday. This is a battlefield of the unspoken. You will not find: ❌ "Good vibes only" ❌ Mandala coloring pages that pretend to fix pain ❌ Cartoon women in hammocks with cocktails ❌ Empty affirmations slapped on overpriced journals ❌ Spiritual bypassing dressed in soft fonts and fake light You will find: ✔ Books written through breakdowns and blood ✔ Journals made for survivors—not tourists ✔ Decks designed to hold your worst nights ✔ A voice that doesn’t flinch from the truth ✔ A movement built by a mother and her son ✔ A war cry for every soul who crawled out of hell and kept going. This brand wasn’t created to trend. It was created because no one else dared say the real shit out loud. Because too many people are selling fake healing while survivors are still choking on the silence. I didn’t write these books to inspire you. I wrote them because I needed them to exist. Because I couldn’t find anything made for people like us— people who carry pain in their bones and still show up. So no. I’m not going to soften it for mass appeal. I’m not going to smile for the algorithm. And I’m sure as hell not going to let pastel dreamcatcher websites profit off trauma they’ve never lived. If that offends you? You’re not my audience. You’re not my people. But if this makes you exhale like someone finally said it? Welcome home. We don’t do fake light here. We walk through the dark together. And we don’t sugarcoat survival. —Tess Founder, TCOG Collective Built by truth. Backed by scars.

Meet Our Team

Tess: Founder & Writer

Survivor. Storyteller. Firestarter. Mother.
I created TCOG because trauma doesn’t fit in clean boxes—and neither do we. I write the books, shape the mission, and hold the line for those who came back changed.

This isn’t about being healed.
It’s about being real.

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Damian: Co-Founder & Creative Force

I handle the structure, the visuals, the systems. I build the pieces that make TCOG work behind the scenes. If something looks clean, functions well, or holds up under pressure—I probably had my hands on it.

I don’t say much, but I make it happen.

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Our Purpose and Vision

We built this for the ones who’ve seen too much, felt too deep, and kept going anyway.

TCOG isn’t a brand. It’s a safehouse. A clubhouse for the ones who came back changed—and needed a place where that change wasn’t judged, fixed, or explained away. Here, we speak survivor. Raw, honest, unfiltered. No masks. No performance.

Our purpose is to create space.
For trauma survivors to feel seen, heard, and fully protected. For stories that don’t fit in “normal” boxes. For healing that doesn’t follow a straight line.

Our vision is a global movement.
Books that speak truth. Art that hits home. Merch that feels like armor. And a space where survivors can connect, build, and create something that’s theirs.

We’re not trying to fix you.
We’re here to walk beside you.

Welcome to TCOG—Trauma Club OG.
If you get it, you’re already one of us.

Guiding Principles

These aren’t rules. They’re reminders. Anchors. The core of who we are and how we move:

1. Real over perfect.
We don’t polish pain to make it palatable. We speak it how it is—raw, flawed, human.

2. No shame allowed.
What you’ve lived through is not up for judgment. Survival isn’t something to apologize for.

3. Your pace is sacred.
Healing has no finish line. Whether you’re running, crawling, or just breathing—you’re doing it right.

4. We hold space, not power.
We don’t fix. We don’t preach. We witness. We support. We walk beside you.

5. Tribe over trend.
We’re not chasing clicks. We’re building a movement that protects its own—quietly, fiercely, and with no masks.

6. Boundaries are holy.
No means no. Silence is respected. And consent is everything—online or off.

7. Laughter is medicine.
Even in the darkest moments, we believe in cracking a joke before we crack apart.

These are the bones of TCOG. If this speaks to you, you already know—you’re one of us.

You don’t need to be okay to belong here. You just have to be.