What I liked
It felt like she let it all in—palpable, raw, and in real time. A generous offering of lived trauma without agenda- just presence. It reminded me of the power and vulnerability of being a woman. It shook my cage in all the best ways. Brava.
What I didn't like
Some of the tech cues were still landing. Shorter blackout transitions might keep it moving.
My overall impression
The audience left the theatre in a kind of reverent awe. I felt deeply stirred not by spectacle, but by something far more dangerous: truth.
In a Fringe landscape often ruled by romp and frenzy, this piece stood still and let itself be seen. No extras. No distractions. Just heart.
The storytelling was deceptively simple, like opening a locked door and letting us gently look in. It felt like an unpacked confession that stayed with me for hours. A subtle reminder that sometimes, our truth, held with care, is more than enough.
