I’ve spent
most of my life suffering. It was a dark time. Still, there were many beautiful
moments. I was stuck in survival mode, barely getting by. I was on the road to
death—and then something happened. I was invited to wake up to my true essence,
to remember who I really am.
On that
journey, I discovered something called Everyday Self Love. I’ve tried to share
what I’ve learned from this many times. But life kept happening, and I let the
project go. Now I’m here again—writing because of another big life moment.
I’ll be
honest: I don’t know how long I’ll keep this blog going. I just wanted to do
something creative. If anything I share helps even one person, that would be a
gift. And if no one reads this, it’s still a gift to me.
I never wanted
to change the world. I just wanted to change me. But along the way, I learned
something powerful: I don’t need to change who I am. I’m an original design. A
living miracle. And so are you. So is every person.
My only
intention is to write through my grief and depression—for healing, for
transformation, for freedom. It feels like a big task, and maybe it is. But if
I don’t try, then I’m giving up on myself. And I just can’t do that. There’s no
one—except the Divine Creator—who can love me more than I’m learning to love
myself.
My grandmother
has loved me since the day I was born. She passed away a few days ago, at the
age of 102. We laid her to rest on July 22, 2025. Her life was full of love,
faith, and family. She’s now an ancestor, and I will carry her with me in my
heart, mind, and spirit for all my days—and even beyond.
This blog is
my way of walking through the dark. It’s also a record of this major life
shift—the closing of a chapter, the end of a family world that raised me. I’m
writing because I need to, and maybe, just maybe, these words will bring light
to someone else’s path too.