A Memoir
By Amy Scott Rooker

What if healing isn’t about fixing what’s broken—but remembering what’s true? A luminous memoir about family fractures, transformation, and the strange, exquisite signs guiding us through the dark.

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​For decades, Amy lived split in two: the bright, high-achieving good girl everyone saw, and the invisible girl inside who carried unspeakable wounds and drank to survive. She tried to blot out the pain with perfection—law school, prestigious jobs, an ever-shrinking body. But underneath it all, she was barely holding on. 

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She tried to heal. She read the books. Did the work. But no matter how hard she tried, she remained stuck—trapped in silence, shame, and self-abandonment. She knew she’d left her true self behind. She just didn’t know how to find her again.

 

Then—her mother died. And with her death came rupture. The fragile order Amy had built her life around crumbled. She couldn’t pretend anymore. Something inside her refused. And somehow—her mother did, too. Signs began to appear. Dragonflies. Everywhere.

 

So began Amy’s quest to heal—a journey through psychedelic mushroom ceremonies, a dark night of the soul, and ultimately, back to her own heart. Along the way, she learned to stop abandoning herself, forgave what almost broke her, and began to love the woman rising from the wreckage.

 

Through mystical experiences, quantum physics, and unflinching self-inquiry, Amy discovered the strange intelligence of pain: how every wound can become a doorway. Every loss, a lantern. She began to see it all differently—not as a story she needed to fix, but as the one she came here to live. To alchemize. To love through.

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Told with insight, clarity, and unflinching vulnerability, My Mother Is a Dragonfly is a testament to the power of radical self-love and the healing hidden in our deepest wounds. For anyone who has ever longed for a sign, this book is it.​