Holy Shit is not a polite memoir. It's a spiritual gut-punch wrapped in poetry, rage, and radical reclamation.

This is the story of a woman who died at three?and came back swinging. A woman who walked away from marriages, ministries, and masks to find the divine in the dirt. Written barefoot in a borrowed casita in Taos, these pages are soaked in blood, truth, and grace.

Through cult trauma, spiritual gaslighting, failed gurus, queer identity, off-grid awakenings, and generational rage, Jillian Stidd offers more than survival?she offers a map.

If you've ever whispered "holy shit" in the middle of a breakdown or breakthrough?this book is for you.

This isn't self-help. This is soul-help. This is sacred fire.