State of Gratitude

  • Invisible, Until I’m Not

    I’m not comfortable in the spotlight, but I still crave connection. Compliments make me squirm, but parenting heals pieces of me I thought were permanent. This is a story about wounds, daughters, and the invisible work of healing. ✨ Read… Continue reading

    Invisible, Until I’m Not
  • Dear Lord, | A Letter to My Father

    🤍 “This is not your home. Don’t get so attached…” In this deeply personal letter to Father God, I poured out the pressure, the overwhelm, and the truth I’ve found through it all. This life isn’t mine—it’s His. And when… Continue reading

    Dear Lord, | A Letter to My Father
  • Life Lessons from a Professional Nobody (Hi, It’s Me)

    Bitterness is heavy, but laughter and grace? They’re soul-lifters. In this fun, honest guide, I break down practical forgiveness tips—from unsubscribing from toxic thoughts to laughing at life’s circus. It’s time to forgive, forget, and maybe even flourish (or at… Continue reading

    Life Lessons from a Professional Nobody (Hi, It’s Me)
  • Little Piece of Crap

    Sometimes it takes a kid’s blunt honesty to remind us how much we’re all just trying to figure it out. This post isn’t about judgment—it’s about showing up as our real selves, checking in on each other, and creating space… Continue reading

    Little Piece of Crap
  • Friday Reprieve

    Friday shines with joyous light, bringing relief from the week’s long fight…” Embrace the weekend with this uplifting poem that honors rest and renewal. Now let’s go have some fun! #FridaysEmbrace #WeekendVibes #PoetryOfRest #Gratitude #Renewal #fabricthatmademe #skfabric Continue reading

    Friday Reprieve
  • o the Moon and Home: A Soul Set Adrift

    I feel the shift. A hush, a pulling, a divine ache that calls me to pause and observe. This piece is a reflection of that tension—of belonging nowhere but being fully held by God. I’ll never truly fit in, and… Continue reading

    o the Moon and Home: A Soul Set Adrift
  • Still I Float

    My bones creak, my head drums, and the world feels too loud. But somewhere deep within, I still find the strength to float. This poem is for the days when you’re carrying it all and still show up anyway. #PoetryCommunity… Continue reading

    Still I Float