In this quiet little corner, I share the raw things. The ones that don’t make it to the public blog or social media. The words I write when the house is still, when my heart is full, or aching, or somewhere in between.
They aren’t polished. They don’t always have clear endings. But they are honest. They are real.
This is where I write from the middle of the story, not the end. Where I speak the things I’m still sorting through, the prayers that sound more like whispers, and the thoughts I don’t yet have answers for.
If you’re not a paid subscriber yet, I want you to know this space is here for you too. When you’re ready. If you ever need it. You’re always welcome to step in, pull up a chair, and read the things that stay tucked behind the scenes. But it’s always optional, no pressure.
Now, to the words that wouldn’t leave me alone today.
Vulnerable moment ahead…