Well, Hell.
It started as something I muttered under my breath when life imploded.
When I faced a brutal cancer diagnosis at 33. When I was building businesses from scratch and sitting at tables I once only dreamed of. When things finally came together so beautifully only to then collapse in spectacular, life-altering fashion.
It was a divorce that blindsided and wrecked me.
It was losing love and a life and the blueprint for who I was in the world.
It was a sexual assault and the shame I tried to bury.
It was the untimely and sudden death of my sister, then my stepfather.
It was a cruel, hollowing relationship that robbed me of my self-worth and hope.
It was the slow burn of losing everything – the career, home, and stability I’d spent years creating.
I lost my foothold and fell hard.
I nearly didn’t survive the fallout, but rock bottom wasn’t the end. It was the edit. The rewrite began the second I stopped trying to be palatable and started being honest.
When the noise finally stopped, no excuses left, no pace to outrun my life, I heard myself clearly for the first time. In the darkness of that sadness I could have let myself disappear. Instead, I became the hero I had been waiting for.
The path back to myself has been rugged, messy, beautiful, and nothing short of spectacular. I wouldn’t quit. I stayed focused. I stayed curios. I have bravery and resilience in my bones and dreams in my heart. Now, I am more than whole, I am awake, alive, and entirely my own.
I’m Katie Hallee — writer, lawyer, and speaker.
I built Well, Hell for people who need to know they are not alone. For the ones who need to see themselves somewhere on the page, to know they’re not the only ones finding their way through the fire. For the ones who rebuild with wit and grit, who charge toward growth and healing, who hold grief in one hand and gratitude in the other.
Well, Hell is my story of healing and rising – maybe it can be a bit of yours too. Together, we can hold hope. I’ll sit with you in the dark, and I’ll stay, even when everything else burns.
Welcome to Well, Hell.
Glad you made it.


