I never realized how much growing and healing I needed until I forced myself to sit in everything I did not want to feel. When I finally stopped running from my own emotions and allowed myself to sit in the discomfort, I found answers, honest ones. Answers to questions I did not even know I needed to ask.

Journaling every night gave me a sense of peace, but healing the one thing I thought was the problem kept opening the doors to every wound I had never dealt with. It was overwhelming, exhausting, and still somehow the most purposeful season of my life. None of it happened overnight. It took patience, trust, and a lot of faith.

For the first time, I felt myself breaking open in the exact way I needed in order to grow.