The Creation

What do I want more of in life? Where do I want to find community?

Sometimes the dark creeps in and it takes intention to make the shift.

Everything we build inside becomes the steps we stand on.

From Flowers in the Attic to Space Alien romance, my bookshelf tells the story of my life. What does yours say about you?

We all have an attic—where the things we’d rather forget still whisper to be seen.

Redefining what it means to fight: not with fists, but with heart, truth, and grace.

I read something that made me stop and think.

Even in the loneliest seasons, love has a way of finding the cracks where light can still get through

This has been an interesting thing for me to process and learn from.

I wasn’t born into ease. But I was enchanted by possibility.

The stage has lights and scripts. Real life just has better liars.

Strands of web still cling to me.

I really did think it wouldn't happen to me.

I used to think I only attracted the broken. Turns out, I was just learning to recognize the light.

Have you ever made a decision that felt absolutely right at the time? The kind where you were sure— this is it, this is good, this is right. You thought you knew exactly how you felt. You thought you’d considered everything that mattered. You assumed you knew the players and the rules of the game. And then, slowly, time began to show you what you didn’t fully see. Little by little, the walls started closing in. And before you knew it, you were living inside the consequences o

I've learned the rocks don't stop falling. It's what we do with them that matters.

Before the world woke, I met the ache that still lived beneath my strength.

Every version of me has been built by hand, no shortcuts, no saviors, only the steady work of becoming who I was meant to be.

This year taught me that survival isn’t clean. It’s messy, human, and rarely heroic.

Every love story begins somewhere. Mine began with a pen