There was a time I mistook independence for strength— when silence became my shield, and pride, my prayer. I wore resilience like armor, but inside, I was a crumbling cathedral echoing with unanswered prayers. I told myself I was surviving.… Continue reading

There was a time I thought God only loved the version of me that looked put together. Every Sunday, I showed in my best clothes— not just on my body, but on my soul. I smiled when I wanted to… Continue reading