Trinity Lease is a memoir author from rural Minnesota whose writing is rooted in raw truth, resilience, and healing. Her debut book, Beneath the Silence, explores her personal journey through childhood trauma, addiction, and the long road to recovery. Trinity is a proud wife, mom to two amazing little boys, and caretaker to three beloved fur babies. When she’s not writing, she’s working toward her bachelor’s degree in Social Work with plans to become a Licensed Alcohol and Drug Counselor (LADC). Through her story, Trinity hopes to give a voice to the unheard and inspire others to rise above their past.
I have lived through more than most people could ever imagine—more than I could fit into Beneath the Silence.
For 11 years, I lived under the same roof as an abusive stepfather who targeted me relentlessly until his death in 2016. During those years, I battled depression and drug addiction, trying to survive in a world that never felt safe. My biological father wasn’t any better, and without a healthy model for love or trust, I found myself repeatedly drawn to toxic men—situations that were dangerous not just emotionally but physically as well.
I remember opening up to a few friends about what I’d been through, and seeing their shocked reactions made me realize that what I had experienced wasn’t normal. That was the beginning of a shift for me.
Everything changed when I took my first college class in social work. My professor noticed that every assignment I turned in came from a deeply personal place. She saw something in me—strength, resilience, and a story that deserved to be heard. She told me how inspiring my writing was to her and my classmates and encouraged me to pursue a book.
That encouragement planted the seed for Beneath the Silence. Since publishing it, I’ve experienced unexpected moments of healing: reconnections with lost family, even people who hurt me coming forward to take responsibility. Some have apologized. Some have sought to repair the damage.
Healing from trauma hasn’t been easy. Honestly, most days still feel hard. But I’m here. I’m alive. And for the first time in my life, I’m proud of the person I’ve become.