You thought you were overthinking. You called it anxiety.You called it sensitivity.You called it being dramatic. But your body was not confused. Your stomach tightened before the conversation.Your shoulders lifted …
I write from lived experience—carefully, intentionally, and with great respect for what it means to tell the truth without turning it into spectacle. My work explores discernment, faith, and the quiet decisions that change the direction of a life.
I am interested in what happens after awareness.
Still life & the ethical palette
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Before I trusted my voice, I ignored my body. My body would tighten before the conversation even started.My shoulders would rise.My stomach would sink.My breathing would change. And I would …
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Shrinking becomes muscle memory. At first, it feels like strategy. You lower your tone before entering certain rooms.You soften your conclusions.You pre-edit your clarity.You compress your presence into something easier …
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There was a version of me who believed that if I delivered my truth gently enough, it would be received gently in return. She thought if she lowered her voice, …
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There is a version of survival that looks responsible. It looks quiet.Measured.Strategic. It looks like filing your sharpest observations away because they might make someone uncomfortable.It looks like diluting your …
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In my work as a strategist, I believe in the power of the audit. A forensic audit isn’t just about finding what’s missing; it’s about examining the architecture of a …