In this moment of sacred unraveling, I speak from the place beneath thought—where art becomes a vessel and stillness becomes a sermon. Without planning, I painted. Without intention, I wrote. And in doing so, I met my soul. I realize now that God doesn’t only speak through scripture or struggle—He also speaks in silence, in brushstrokes, in the truths we’re finally brave enough to feel.

In this raw and stirring reflection, I grapple with the heaviness of waiting for the good that’s coming while still haunted by old wounds. With humor, conviction, and unfiltered honesty, I reclaim my days through faith, routine, and emotional truth. This episode is a reminder that healing isn’t about pretending the past didn’t happen—it’s about walking forward with intention anyway.

On Resurrection Sunday, I reflect not only on the miracle of Christ rising from the dead but on the quiet miracles in my own life—like the gift of female friendship. In this episode, I’m learning to stop idolizing romantic love and start valuing the soul-deep connection I share with women who love me like God does—unconditionally, joyfully, and without performance. I remind myself (and my future self) that I’m never alone, and sometimes healing comes wrapped in laughter, yapping, and unexpected generosity.

In this episode, I confront the weight of growing up too soon in a single-parent household, where responsibility and emotional labor were handed to me before I could even name them. As I now begin to choose myself, nourish my body, and live from a place of faith, I’m finally seeing what love without guilt looks like. This is both a mourning and a liberation—a declaration that I am enough, and I no longer have to prove my worth to be loved.