05/27/2026
I started writing this book years ago.
The other day, I opened my Google Drive and saw a date from 2019. I don’t even think that was the exact beginning… I think that was me trying to keep track because so much time had already passed between me stopping and trying to start again.
And honestly? That realization hit me hard.
I didn’t completely abandon the dream. I’d revisit it every now and then. Open the document. Read a few pages. Think about writing again. But after one comment made me question myself so deeply, I stopped fully believing in my own voice.
And for years… I stayed stuck between wanting to write the book and not trusting myself enough to continue it.
People really don’t understand how much the words of a parent can shape you. Especially as a Black woman navigating a mother wound while still trying to become everything God showed you.
But lately? Something shifted.
Through listening to and doing the internal work, I’ve been learning how to separate other people’s fears, projections, and opinions from my actual purpose.
I’ve also been learning that healing, self-awareness, and showing up imperfectly are the very things helping me finally write this book again.
So today, I showed up.
Late? A little.
Scared? Absolutely.
But I still sat down at that coffee shop and started writing again anyway.
And honestly… that’s growth for me.
If you’ve been sitting on your dream because somebody made you question yourself, this is your reminder to pick it back up. Your story still matters.
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