"I stopped running from my story - and started writing it."

I have wanted this life since I was little… I just didn’t know what I would have to go through—or who I would have to become—to get here. The Dream As a little girl, if you would have asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, the answer was simple and quick: a lawyer. To what capacity? I was never sure. I just knew I wanted to argue—and I wanted to do something I was good at. As time went on, that vision began to shift. I went from wanting to argue and prove myself… to wan

A reflection on therapy, unlearning survival, grieving the little girl I was, and discovering that God never left me on the floor. Therapy has been asking me to do something I’ve avoided my entire life: stay. Stay with my feelings. Stay with my body. Stay with me —without hiding behind an identity that feels safer to speak through. In one session, I caught myself referring to my experiences in the third person, like I always do. Creating distance. Protecting myself. And my th

Before You Read Some letters aren’t written from the finish line — they’re written in the middle, when the healing is half-formed, when you’re still afraid, when the past still pulls at you. These three letters were written from right here , in the tension between who I’ve been and who I’m becoming: — one to the version of me who still shrinks to survive, — one from God to the girl who keeps thinking she’s too broken to stand tall, — and one from the “becoming me” — the woman