Personal Stories

Friendship is a place of comfort, trust and support. True friends When you are down, celebrate your win and raise you when you walk with you through challenges. But sometimes,

For as long as I can remember, I’ve experienced my psyche as a kind of bubble — my personal field where everything around

As a sixth-grade student in a small school in

Years later, in the middle of another season of treatments, recovery, and medical bills, I picked up my brushes again.
The strokes were uneven, the colors sometimes heavy, sometimes fragile — but they were mine.

I realized that flaws are

The fear of forgetting

I don’t cry. If I do, it’s because of some TV show or film I’ve just seen. I just don’t cry. I’ve never let myself feel that emotion, because I don’t understand it — like, why

A thousand fears, failures, and disappointments later, I’m here — carefully held in His arms, looked after and cared for.

My confidence is in the Word of God and all His promises for me, not my circumstances, not the actions

There was a time when I drank so much coffee that my bloodstream probably smelled like gas station coffee. Ten cups a day wasn’t unusual. Coffee was so normal that it stopped even feeling like coffee. It was just flavored

The beginning of the end.

Day 91 of 100.

I’m not satisfied.

It feels like I barely scratched the surface. I feel this because I stopped exploring academic writing, copy writing, technical writing, and other forms like I had initially