When the Pen Saved My Life

Updated: Jun 4

I didn’t start journaling because I was organized.

I started because I was falling apart.

What began as late-night scribbles turned into conversations with God… and then those conversations turned into books.

I never planned to be an author. I planned to survive.

But the pen became my weapon — and eventually, my ministry.

Every journal entry was a cry for help. Every book was a record of what God whispered back.

Scribed & Sanctified started with tears.

The Gift Shift started with surrender.

Confessed & Called started with a moment I wanted to forget but couldn’t ignore.

And now… I write so the next woman doesn’t have to bleed silently like I did.

This blog is for her.

For the one still carrying what she was never meant to hold.

Welcome to my altar.

The ink still flows.

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