Roxy and the Storm Inside Goes Global, Now Available on Amazon and Walmart

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Roxy and the Storm Inside Has Gone Global

Roxy and the Storm Inside is now available worldwide on Amazon, Walmart.com, and through independent bookstores around the globe.

There are moments when something quiet you created suddenly reaches farther than you ever imagined. This is one of those moments.

I am incredibly proud, and still a little stunned, to share that Roxy and the Storm Inside has officially gone global. What began as a gentle story about emotional regulation and big feelings is now finding its way into homes, classrooms, and therapy spaces around the world.

Why Roxy Matters So Much to Me

Roxy was never meant to be loud. This book was written for autistic kids, anxious kids, sensitive kids, and honestly, for adults too. It is for anyone who feels the storm building inside and needs permission to slow down.

Roxy does not fix the storm. Roxy does not make it disappear.

Roxy learns how to sit with it. How to breathe. How to feel safe again.

What Going Global Really Means

Going global does not mean the story has changed. It means the circle got bigger.

  • A child in another country might see themselves in Roxy.
  • A parent might finally find a book that feels gentle instead of overwhelming.
  • Therapists and educators gain another calm, affirming tool.

Thank You

If you have read Roxy, shared it, or supported this work in any way, this moment belongs to you too. Quiet stories can travel far. Gentle books can change lives.

If this helped you, you can join my Quiet Fighter newsletter for gentle updates. You can also visit the shop to support the work.

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