how my recovery journey began. how it continued. what it took. why i even did it.
two candles do not cancel each other out. life is more poetic than that. we light up rooms together.
more than an open letter to the pastor who kicked me out. a message of hope to the ones left behind.
we will be your home, your wilderness, your biggest fan.
it is time for me to be exactly who i am it is time for me to exhale to be the most me i have ever been, i have to embrace the freedom i’ve been given and rest in the wilderness.
in my darkness there have been many cracks of light. To Write Love on Her Arms introduced the idea that I was not alone. that we can make it out of the darkness, hand in hand.
this is the most personal story i’ve shared this publicly.