Struggles
“Nothing ever happens in the world that does not happen first inside human hearts.”
- Fulton Sheen
Hello Everyone!
As I mentioned before, no one has a perfect story. Not even me.
This page will talk a little bit more about sensitive topics, so if you’d rather not read about it. Feel free to skip on to the Love page to find about why I am so passionate about writing about true love!
Sacrifice
Such a simple word packed with a lot of meaning.
I have had to give up so much and it has hurt and stretched me in ways that I had never thought possible.
I do not have the easiest background. As a teenager I struggled with a lot of anxiety and depression. The grief and darkness that overwhelmed me during this time led me to believe that I was not worth much.
Looking for a way to get rid of these threatening emotions, I started to write.
At first, I just journaled and then I decided to try stories.
This was how I wrote One More Chance and An Act.
Giving
I have always been a naturally giving person.
It has been my Achilles’ Heel in a sense. This natural gift, turned into my worst enemy during my high school years. I thought that if I gave myself to others by serving them and doing all kinds of things for them, I would earn their love and affection.
It led me to believe that if people did not like or love me, it was because I was not doing enough. For many years, I worked and pushed myself so that I could prove to others that I was worth loving.
When I realized that I was going about this in the wrong way, I wrote An Unconditional Love.
Faith & Religion
Faith is a word that is thrown around casually and without much context, except that you believe in something greater than yourself.
I was raised Catholic and believed a lot of things out of context. I was not properly formed the way that I hoped I would have. I believed in God because I was scared of Him. I thought he was going to destroy me if I did something grave against him.
I was wrong.
So wrong.
When I realized, how wrong I was, I decided to write The Prince & the Girl.
Imperfections
Trust me, I know what it’s like to try to be perfect.
I do it all the time because I tend to be extremely hard on myself. It only makes me realize how utterly imperfect I am.
Every day I have to remind myself that no matter the imperfections, falls, and failures, they do not sum me up.
I cannot base my worth off of my imperfections and neither should anyone else. Yet, that is what we all do and why we tend to judge others as well, isn’t it?
“Broken things are precious.
We eat broken bread because we share in the depth of our Lord and His broken life. Broken flowers give perfume. Broken incense is used in adoration. A broken ship saved Paul and many other passengers on their way to Rome.
Sometimes the only way the good Lord can get into some hearts is to break them.”
- Archbishop Fulton Sheen