The Heart Behind My Writing

I’d like to be honest about what I’ve learned. To write in the in-between, to speak before everything makes sense, so I can help somebody who’s in the same situation as me. Sometimes you feel like you’re the only one going through what you’re going through, or that people don’t understand you at all. But the truth is, sometimes you just haven’t had a community or someone who’s lived enough life to really get it. Sometimes our story isn’t too much, it isn’t too heavy, it just needs to be heard.

Me writing isn’t about having everything figured out. It’s about being honest while I’m still in the middle of it. I write while I’m becoming, not after I’ve turned into some perfect version of myself. Before the lessons make sense. Before the healing looks good from the outside. I’ve had moments where I slipped, played around, lost focus, and I get mad at myself. But I’m still here, still trying, still choosing growth even when I stumble. This is part of my becoming.

This part of my journey started when I got closer to my faith in my own way. I had questions, real ones, and instead of ignoring them, I finally let myself sit with them. I stopped following what everyone else was doing and started paying attention to who I actually was and why I made the choices I made. Being born into a religion doesn’t mean you understand it or feel connected to it, so I decided to learn it for myself and fall in love with it on my own terms. That whole experience taught me softness, honesty, and growth. And one day, I’ll share the full story of how it changed me.