There are stories we tell, and stories we hide. The ones we bury are usually the ones that hurt the most—the failures, the heartbreaks, the moments we wish had gone differently. For a long time, I kept those parts of me quiet. I thought silence was strength. I was wrong.
Writing Reflections from Heart forced me to face the truths I had tucked away. It meant revisiting grief, vulnerability, and shame. But something incredible happened: when I gave those moments a voice, I took back their power. I found healing in the telling.
Your story matters. Even the chapters you wish you could erase. Especially those. Because in the telling, we remind ourselves—and others—that we are human. We are growing. We are still here.
Pain doesn’t have to be pretty to have purpose. And healing doesn’t come from hiding—it comes from honoring where you’ve been. Whether you share your story through writing, speaking, or quiet reflection, don’t be afraid to bring it into the light.
Your truth is not too heavy. Your story is not too much. Someone out there needs to hear it—and maybe that someone is you.
