In my young adult years, I had a hard time being seen for who I was.
I was always identified by where I grew up, whose sister I was or who I hung out with. Although I loved those aspects of myself, I was more.
As years went on, I had to make choices for my happiness. Choices often opposite of what I thought was expected of me. That meant becoming vulnerable to change and criticism.
That shift came with a yearning to experience more of what life had to offer. I began to look outside the walls put in place by others and myself to live a life God wanted me to live.
I began to capture these experiences in my writing. This became a way for me to purge, process and heal.
This blog is that journey and it continues. A journey full of love, tears, pride and lots of laughs.
Thanks for joining me.
I Suffered From Anxiety Disorder
I was sure I was going to die and take out 10 people with me.
My heart was racing and felt like it was going to leap out of my chest. My palms were sweaty.
Finding Rest and Restoration
“How is it with your soul?” – John Wesley
I knew I had reached my breaking point. I needed to get away; I was tired, and my soul was hungry.
Amid some challenging days, I tried to manage my emotions so others couldn’t see what I was going through. Trying to keep a lid on everything was unsuccessful and stressful.