MORNING PAGES
The Wounds You Don't Talk About
I grew up in a house where the atmosphere shifted depending on the hour, the day, or the mood hanging in the air. Some families had rhythms, morning routines, dinner...
The Wounds You Don't Talk About
I grew up in a house where the atmosphere shifted depending on the hour, the day, or the mood hanging in the air. Some families had rhythms, morning routines, dinner...
Living True to Who God Created You to Be
In a world obsessed with image, performance, and perfection, authenticity has become a lost art. Everywhere we look, people are chasing likes, approval, and validation, often at the cost of...
Living True to Who God Created You to Be
In a world obsessed with image, performance, and perfection, authenticity has become a lost art. Everywhere we look, people are chasing likes, approval, and validation, often at the cost of...
Fear
Fear has been a constant companion in my life. It’s been a voice in my head, a weight on my shoulders, and a barrier that kept me from moving forward....
Fear
Fear has been a constant companion in my life. It’s been a voice in my head, a weight on my shoulders, and a barrier that kept me from moving forward....
Shame
I used to think shame was just guilt with a heavier weight. But I’ve learned that guilt says, I did something wrong, while shame whispers, I am something wrong. And...
Shame
I used to think shame was just guilt with a heavier weight. But I’ve learned that guilt says, I did something wrong, while shame whispers, I am something wrong. And...
Accepting Imperfection
So, I have struggled with the idea that I need to be “good enough”, for most of my life. I have tried to meet impossible standards, to fix every one...
Accepting Imperfection
So, I have struggled with the idea that I need to be “good enough”, for most of my life. I have tried to meet impossible standards, to fix every one...
From the Dark to the Dawn
I was running from the pain, chasing shadows in the nightEvery bottle, every high, just trying to feel aliveBut the mirror told a story that I couldn’t face againA broken...
From the Dark to the Dawn
I was running from the pain, chasing shadows in the nightEvery bottle, every high, just trying to feel aliveBut the mirror told a story that I couldn’t face againA broken...