There was a time when I loved to write. Words felt like home—like a safe place where I could be honest, free, and unfiltered. But somewhere along the way, I lost that part of myself.
Not because I stopped loving it. But because I became a people pleaser. I silenced my voice to fit expectations. I traded authenticity for approval. I measured my worth by how well I kept others comfortable. And in doing so, I abandoned a part of me that once brought so much joy, clarity, and purpose. But God has a way of calling us back to the parts of ourselves we were never meant to lose.
Wrecked but Not Forsaken: A Way Back to Myself
This blog—Wrecked but Not Forsaken—is more than a project. It’s a homecoming. A way to meet myself again. The woman who loves words. The woman who has a story to tell. The woman who no longer shrinks herself for the sake of others’ expectations. I won’t write to please anymore. I’ll write to heal. To process. To testify. To connect with those who, like me, have spent too much time living for others and are now learning to reclaim their own voices.
If you’ve ever felt like you lost yourself—your dreams, your creativity, your passions—just to keep the peace or fit a mold, I see you. And I hope Wrecked but Not Forsaken reminds you that it’s never too late to meet yourself again. So here I am, reintroducing myself: A woman who writes. A woman who no longer asks for permission to tell her story. A woman who was wrecked but never forsaken. Tell me—what’s something you once loved that you’ve been called back to? Let’s talk.
