
03/07/2025
I should’ve lost my mind. But God…
There was a day I begged God to take my life. I was completely engulfed in guilt, pain, and an overwhelming need to make it stop. I whispered,
“God… if You’re real… I need You to show up.”
And somehow, He did.
Not in lightning.
Not in loudness.
But in the breath that stayed in my lungs when I didn’t want it to.
That was the beginning.
Not of perfection—
but of healing.
I’m not here because I was strong.
I’m here because God held me when I had nothing left.
If you’re in that place right now—
I see you.
He hears you.
This is Part 1.
Come with me.